Hell's sun
How to deal with it
Werther's youth
Garden without green
There are too many endings
I no longer believe in fate
I feel restricted
To feelings
There are my demons
But help me
Be my witness
Be my tomorrow
The bird in me is dead
It can no longer sing
Together we were oxymorons
Goodbye disenchanted dreams
There is no chorus
I have no more drive
I follow my path
I'm under the train
Definitely
My dark thoughts
Are so frequent
That I'm without a target
Without a string to my bow
A hundred steps in the park
I agree with the discord
Praying for mercy
I don't do slam
I have too many blames
I have too much pain
Living as a slave
And I feel alone, and I feel dirty
I hang myself from my pedestal
Because I feel so miserable
Because I feel so miserable
I close my words
I feel stupid
It's the hatred that I sow
It's shit when we love each other
I would believe myself in a movie
Of which I lose the thread
And spectator of my vaudeville
My life goes from bad to worse

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