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you ask me to hunt for my own happiness
but don't you know it is you behind all of that
the tears and my smile i put up on my mask
you're overly polite to ask me to erase it

i only ask for one thing and you know what it was
i tried all the best i could to endure it
but sometimes it feels like only me that trying
i felt abandoned, like a haunted house
our relationship haven't last one winter season's long yet

but every bottle has it own water capacity till it overflow
i know we could find the needle in the straw
i trust you, so i hope so

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