Novia

This is a rebelling soul I have…

Don’t really know how it could be plant…

Can’t find since when it has been there…

 

When I live in the place full of light,

I missed the dark which forced me to fight…

 

When I feel very much happiness inside,

I search for the pain and the sharpness of a blade…

 

This is a rebelling soul I have…

I don’t know how it could be there…

I can’t understand where I should stand…

 

High and down there’s no differs

Right or false there no offers

 

Cause what I have…

Is just a rebelling soul…

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