(..)
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading.
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
(..)
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