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Don't let your soul, fly away so soon
It's a peaceful falme, the relaxing sound
Of the wolves howling at the moon

I can teach myself, all the things I've never learned
I can give myself, all the things I've never earned
But best of all, I can control myself
To forget all those things,
that always kept me concerned.

It's like a dessert thats so cold
A new born that looks rinkled, and old
Like mold growing on mold
Building up like a nother planet
And drifting endlessly away with my soul
Knowing I grow farther from you
And after this point, I'll never see your face again

But I can start believing, all the things I've never believed
And I can releave to you, all the things I need to releave
Only hoping I can trust again
And I won't be deceived

I will teach myself today, everything I've never been taught
I will catch on, to all the things I never caught
And I will change
Thinking all the things, I've never ever thought...