What I thought wasn't mine. In the light it was a one of a kind, a precious pearl, When I wanted to cry I couldn't because I wasn't allowed.
What I thought wasn't all so innocent was a delicate doll of porcelain. When I wanted to call you and ask you for help I stopped myself.
What I thought was a dream, a mirage was as real as it seemed - a privilege. When I wanted to tell you; I made a mistake - I walked away.
Gomenasai. I never needed a friend, like I do now.
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