High Alone

She’s searched for you in the rain-soaked streets of Amsterdam, behind the fogged windows of Prague, in the salt air of Lisbon and the neon hush of Berlin.
Sometimes you answered to Daniel Gray, sometimes to Hope, sometimes only to a memory she could not name.

Each city, each bed, each passing flame—she built you from shadows and ache, stitched your myth from poems scrawled on receipts and half-drunk promises.
She called you Truth, Lie, One More Try… and lost you, every time, all the same.

"I’ve loved you under different names," she whispers, glass raised in dim-lit silence, laughter catching on the edge of regret.
Tonight, she toasts not to the faces that vanished with the morning train, but to the echo that remains—
Love, with no last name.

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I’ve Loved You Under Different Names

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Hello, dreamers and seekers — it’s me, SanaA Bova.
I want to open this new chapter with a confession.
through my music...

I am a writer and poet who studies psychology and the deepest emotions of the soul. My music is a reflection of my inner state, which has shifted to melodies.

I’ve Loved You Under Different Names

Bova Team