I write everything in the sand,
so no one could see all my demands
I would rather keep it to myself,
than let them know the sorrows inside
I write everything in sand,
so no one could see all my fears
I would rather keep it to myself,
than let them know the aches inside
I write everything in sand,
so no one could comfort the pains
I would rather keep it to myself,
than let them know my secrets
Because as the wind blows,
the sand goes along
bringing all my worries to different place
and giving my whole world the same old face
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