VNLY I CAN KILL MYSELF
I don't even notice how the blood merges with the rain, Losing friends, losing loved ones, I can't take it again, All nostalgic memories cut my brain, When I look into my face I don't see no change, Only I can kill myself, For the fault that caused the interruption of our friendship with no farewell, I value friendship, I can't stop being cold, I do not sell it, It's just hard for me to pretend when I've never felt, In the mirror there's the face of the one WHO CAN KILL ME, I could easily pierce my veins with a blade, BUT THEN I WOULDN'T FEEL IT, I'm going crazy alone, living in the past, AND FEELING GUILTY, Lost all the shoulders I could lay on, I don't get a second chance 'cuz I'M A VILLAIN Only I can kill myself... Only I can kill myself... Only I can kill myself... I'm destined to burn in hell... Only I can kill myself... Only I can kill myself... Only I can kill myself... The devil has rung my bell... Pain makes me smile, I'm too tired to look for the light, I had to get used to the pain, Otherwise I would just go insane, I guess I just changed my side, I have never hated my life, I just started to break down over time, Uh, PAIN MAKES ME SMILE, I'M TOO TIRED TO LOOK FOR THE LIGHT, I HAD TO GET USED TO THE PAIN, OTHERWISE I WOULD JUST GO INSANE, I GUESSED I JUST CHANGED MY SIDE, I HAVE NEVER HATED MY LIFE, I JUST STARTED TO BREAK DOWN OVER TIME... UHHH, Moral pain hurts harder than a blade...
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