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Myopia
It will hurt, but it will pass
Now we have other plans
It will be tough to distance myself, packing is so strange
When we don't know where we're going
We don't want anymore
Today I wanted so much to be there
To have a bit of your scent on me
To see you sleep by my side
And we don't know what to do
We don't want anymore
It must be the thing about age
But I can't see so far
I always told you the truth
But I no longer see myself as before
Today I feel much more distant
It will hurt, but it will pass
I've heard it so many times
It will be tough to distance myself
I still feel confused
We don't know where we're going
We don't want anymore
We don't know what to do
Better or worse?
Sometimes it gets tangled
Better or worse?
Who will know
It must be a thing about age
