When I try to sleep
I make up you-stories in my mind
And when I try to remeber that day
It started to create traps inside
That picture now has a little woman in red inside
Maybe just to remember me what you like
Telling that I can't be with you
Telling it's her you'd rather stay
How? Why? Did I came to this?
How? Do I get out?
Why? I don't want to get out?
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