*-War between mind and soul-*
At the end of the tunnel, and there he stands,
he looks at me, and touch my hands..
He ask me to come, but i'm in a snar,
my mind and my soul are in a war..
My thoughts are unavoidable,
and still he feels responsible..
I tell him to let me go,
that's what my mind just let me know..
My soul feels it the other way,
they say i sould stay..
My heart will tell me what to do,
now i'm at the end of the tunnel too..
he looks at me, and touch my hands..
He ask me to come, but i'm in a snar,
my mind and my soul are in a war..
My thoughts are unavoidable,
and still he feels responsible..
I tell him to let me go,
that's what my mind just let me know..
My soul feels it the other way,
they say i sould stay..
My heart will tell me what to do,
now i'm at the end of the tunnel too..
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