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"one last round" he thought
would end all his pain but he's just
rotting all alone
pushed against the wall he will not fiiind
the way to regain his feelings
his deepest morbid thoughts will haunt
him baaack
trying to change his life
he's just fucking things up
worrying us 'cause he can't resist to have
a needle in his arm
'cause he can't face the fact
that people always talk behind his back
it's all about control
time to restart what's wrong
it's about self control
but nothing's done
days fly like the wind and years are passing by
you can make a change but you don't dare to try
now that everyone's gone
what the fuck do you think you've done?
your trust is on the floor
what have you changed? the answer's
NOTHING
everything's the same
making all those things you thought were great
find a
reason why
everything
slowly falls apart and bring
wounds that hurt
feelings burning you
again.