Dear Euphoria

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Maybe it's the sickness that I haveWriting a song for every boyMaybe it's some illness that I haveNot being able to hold onTo anything of worthNot being ableTo hold onTo anything of worthNot being ableTo hold onTo anythingMaybe it's a sickness that I haveThat keeps me forgettingWhere to go, go, goMaybe it's an illness that I haveBeing unableTo stay when you showedThat I'm everything of worthYou will not be able to hold onTo anything of worth in me'Cause one is not able to hold onTo those who runRun From Letras Mania