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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
What we did last November
It's hard to forget
What we haven't done yet
Cut off my wings by the break of dawn
I sang the song now it's said and done
Keep a lyre and a bow like I'm Apollon
"Therapy will heal you"
"Pills will help you"
You've tried so many times
But still I wanna die
You don't get it
I don't want to get better
I've been there for years
I ran out of tears
There is the only end
Where I'm laying dead. - Denis Nidzelskiy (Blade and Bath)
"Lived a life of grief beneath a mask of violence."
Than I am alive
Oooh
Am I just floating and looking into places unknown?
Am I nothing or something? Is something wrong?
Am I just here to hold this place until something new comes along?