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And once again despair is kissing me |
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With her cold ghostly lips |
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My own destruction is leading me to my grave |
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That I digged for many times |
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And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought |
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Forgotten, sad, miserable shit |
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As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories |
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You've broken us, piece by piece |
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The score of my soundtrack is written by blood |
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Music of suicide written in red |
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I did it myself, my wrists are also opened |
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And like my tears, it's cascading |
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Everything has been lost behind us |
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On my knees, hands on my face |
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The sun is appearing into the spring morning |
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Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust |
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Now you don't care about him |
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You live on the other side of feelings |
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But our February snow |
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Is now covering my lifeless body |
