I'm crying not because of you
But i'm crying coz i gave you my heart.. and it's hard to take it back..
In your hand, I'm just like a crystal ball
Pretty to be looking at, so fragile on the other side
So tell me, what the crystal ball used to tell you, what kind of future.. dear psychic?
Coz now.. I'm just like a broken glass
If only.. in the end i could die in your hand
When you're so desperate, you got no choices
Byebye blackbird..
"Public Enemies" -9510-
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