hiba Gamera Biography

My train of thought is heading to an unknown tomorrow
My body is puzzled, I wonder, what to do?
My soul is lost in a maze of questions*
I drift around in trepidation seeking answers
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Without disturbing the stillness of the night
He whispered in my ears with a sweet voice
A fog of tossed emotions is blurring my sight
All I can see is you who landed silently before my eyes
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Oh dear, the beholder of my lost heart
How could I live with it in your weak hands?
In this world where hell seems closer than paradise
Oh dear, how about giving it back to the poor soul of mine
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Love is a stadiste feeling
Dree in hell for a fake paradise
The wound in my heart won't be healing
Leaving me with pain I most despise
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