The night before becoming 45

 

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The night before becoming 45 

I’m all alone even if I don’t know why 

While the last red is disappearing 

 in the deep west where I am breathing 

I don’t know if I am still able to 

believe in something in a truth 

The time has gone I see on the mirror 

and I was wrong thinking I’m hero 

The night before becoming 45 

in the same place where I was a child 

I am become completely different 

I’m not that pure nor I am innocent