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So many wrong ways, so many scars |
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So many empty days into this world of grey |
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I clench my hands, standing on edge, now isolated |
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With no redemption to be found |
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I've wasted so many words |
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I've grown into the realm of lies |
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I have no purpose or glorious goals |
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To lead my soul |
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God, tell me why I have to face |
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This state of slow disintegration |
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So many gestures, so many nights |
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Trying to fight my fears, to delay misery |
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A very last time before I die |
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I let it go away and I just give up once again |
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All my expectations, all the lives I could have dreamt of |
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All of this will turn to dust, scattered in a wind of pestilence |
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A random shift in suffering scales, a vanishing grain of sand |
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Into the sea of nothingness, I've lost all hope or faith |
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I fall deep into oblivion, a wish to not share the pain |
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I'm far beyond all denial and vain negation |
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I desecrate the foundations of my own fragile existence |
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I'm lost into the purest darkness |
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I suffocate under the weight of grief and deception |
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I've wasted so many words |
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I've grown into the realm of lies |
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I have no purpose or glorious goals |
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To lead my soul |
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God, tell me why I have to face |
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This state of slow disintegration |
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Tell me why we all remain |
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Engulfed into sheer emptiness |
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I cannot see the light beyond |