The scent of my breakfast is yet to fail me from waking up
From the slumber I shall rose, and thus my dreams I gave up
With the chirping sound that I always considered melodies
And drizzles softly kissing my window panes old memories
Where’s the sun, where’s the moon?
I walked into daybreak like it was just like the afternoon
For awhile I thought it was all just a dream for me
But how wonderful really the reality is as I can see
Once again I shut my eye
Time really does fly
For when almost it had me believing
That I am still a person worth forgiving
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