When this feeling still annoying me
It's just not that I'm afraid to loose you
But I'm afraid that I can't hold and help you anymore
I won't dirty my hand
It's just too late to get loose for evertyhing that I've been build
Even there's nothing that I get
Cause I still Believe
There will be a good things for the good things that I've done
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