Every night I cry more than you think I do.
But every morning I wake up with new things to do.
With fresh hope i try to find some new scope.
Looking for a rope to cross this rigid slope.
I always wonder,is this the time for me to surrender.
Then an angel appears in front of my eye.
& whispers no no girl just one more try.
there is this whole sky for you to fly.
So just open your wings and start up your flight.
Every time I give full race,to get out of this cage.
But then there is a matter of fact which I can't neglect.
That it's a waste for me to try.
So every other night I cry I cry I cry...
But every morning I wake up with new things to do.
With fresh hope i try to find some new scope.
Looking for a rope to cross this rigid slope.
I always wonder,is this the time for me to surrender.
Then an angel appears in front of my eye.
& whispers no no girl just one more try.
there is this whole sky for you to fly.
So just open your wings and start up your flight.
Every time I give full race,to get out of this cage.
But then there is a matter of fact which I can't neglect.
That it's a waste for me to try.
So every other night I cry I cry I cry...
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