Since I know you

With your mystics you put a spell on me
Now it’s gonna mess my head
Should I prepare for a good times,
Or just lock myself, a prisoner of own mind.
Don’t know the truth but you reflect something,
Something good and kind with some alram inside,
Something push me back to my other side
Where my fear cannot reside.

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