WICKED PSYCHOPATH
I have done bad things and only after did I looked back, In order not to die of unbearable pain, I had to laugh, It left a mark on my psyche but I didn't even notice, MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE IS ONE BIG JOKE, I'M TIRED OF LOOKING FOR LIGHT, I'D RATHER TAKE HELP FROM DEATH, I'M BROKE, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS BLEEDING ON THE FLOOR? YOU SAW MY INFERIORITY AND THEN YOU CLOSED THE DOOR, YOU SAY THAT LOVE IS PURE SUPPORT, BUT IN REALITY THE HEART IS A CURSE Be careful with your actions in the dark, I haven't forgotten what you did, it still hurts, I will not accept defeat, this is war, I was hoping though I knew the outcome since the start, ANSWER ME, WHAT'S THE MOTIVE OF ALL SUFFERING? YOU SMOTHERED ME, I DON'T WANNA TAKE YOUR HELP, I WOULD RATHER BLEED I push everyone away knowing IT WILL DROWN ME EVEN MORE IN PAIN, I'm an animal, I ran away from the past, they do not know me, AS WELL AS MY FACE, I distanced myself, yeah, SO I FEEL SAFE, You will never understand me, I'M ON A DIFFERENT WAVE Blood on my lips, I love that blissful taste, The heart is dead behind the ribs, it is rotten and black, The price for my peace wasn't cheap, I gave my soul but in the end I was betrayed, I'm cold outside but deeply I still hold a grudge, I can't just accept that fucking pain, I am cold blooded, But what prompted me to become like that? You are deluded, I came to the conclusion that the safest thing for me would be to be with myself, NO LOVE, RESPECTIVELY, NO PAIN, I've played enough torture, I'm out of the game...
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