You hoped that I would change, that I would be a different figure.
You believed in growth and the influence of prayers, you invaded my dreams, you guarded my roads, and you counted my breaths.
My guardian angel, please let go of my arms, they are broken. My vision had weakened from such slavery, your love had suffocated me.
You hoped that I would change, that I would be a different figure. The world was changing ahead of us, but we were stuck in a turmoil of foolish love.

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