| And once again despair is kissing me 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 s**t
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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 On my kness, 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 |