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Lying in a dark corner |
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The black candle light is dying out |
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Trying to refuse this suffering |
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As coldness burns my pale naked flesh |
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I faced my fears a thousand times |
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Endless doubts - Life of paranoia |
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I try to find a way out |
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From this state of suicidal urge |
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I watch with empty eyes the blade |
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As tears begin to fall down my face |
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Another night alone with myself |
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At one with melancholy and depression |
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I bleed because the dark is near |
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I cry as i realize you can' t be here |
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I need to caress your skin in the night |
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But now my only friend remains this knife |
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Why must i live with these fears? |
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I know my only tragedy is my mind |
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Sometimes i think i'm wasting all the joys |
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And with this bitter thought i fear to die |
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I feel so jaded now, so far away |
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I can't face next morning with this pain |
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Another cut lacerates my flesh |
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Sometimes i think it will be the last |
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I'm only trying to objectivate this hate |
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I prove towards myself and life itself |
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I only need to watch these fifty wounds |
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I opened upon my body in the night |
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I only need to stop these sick death thoughts |
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And cry for joy when you'll be here again |
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I'll watch you sleeping naked at my side |
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I'll kiss you and this blood will stop to flow |
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Everyone can kill himself one day |
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Life brings pain and suffering on our way |
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Cut your wrists, it's simpler than it seems |
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But in death you'll know... |
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Disheartenment wins |
