Just trying to inebriate myself, or just trying to make more space.
Things are so went out of my hands,
and now I am forced to say something, be something which I can't be.
I'm sorry, only if I could make this to you, make you see.
So this night, tonight
I am Sorry, I've done complaining myself and lost the battle inside
Just found out this is what I didn't have in my mind
or possibly could not relate, this world of absurdity
and no longer is a part of my identity.
I still tend to disagree, left hoping the good out to see
Yes I'm sorry, only if I could make this to you, make you believe.
(Thanks Staind for the beautiful lyrics of Tonight from Fourteen Shades of Grey).
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