
It is hard to say, whether I could be nicer with anyone the same way,
I became someone I don’t know, never knew, haven’t known, in so many ways,
Time passed, and the days went by, before you appeared again,
And it is hard to say, whether I could be nicer with anyone the same way.
There’s something special about this,
My promise,
No matter how hard it gets, we are going to find a way.
I say,
I’m going to be here, always.
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