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I want to be somewhere, now I have no place, I don't need no lovers, I wan' have a face, I'm not living now but wandering, I Just don't fit with any company In the hood, I walk the streets, The clothes on me hide all my skin, I'm used to pain and don't know if I'm bleedin', Or I may have lost my senses altogether, In any case, it ain't visible under the skin, Tryna get my mind in order but it's in vain, It's all in vain, Feels like my brain is dead, I ain't feel its existence. My body's worn out, My heart is torn off, I've lost my sense of love, And won't get it anymore, My head's tilted to the ground, Possibly towards my future home, I have no place in this world, I have no face I am dirt... My soul is separate from my body, It's crying somewhere far away, separately cuz I'm nobody, The angel disappeared, Now I'm alone right here, Without fucking meaning to be alive and live on, All I've is the feeling of d-desire to be gone, The devil won't save me the second time so I start to wonder, End this shit without unnecessary pain, And start living again... I've no purpose to exist in this life... So fuck it all, I reach out grabbin' the knife... :whump!:...

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If it wasn't for you, I would have fought the wall to the pain. If you weren't mine, I'd die every night from losing blood. If it wasn't for your faith, I'd have given up a long time ago. If it were my will, I would stay with you forever. If you'd gone, I'd have been the old emptiness. You would have taken my heart, and instead of it there was an empty aperture. If it wasn't for you, I'd blazed in forgiveness. Would have burned to ashes, until ground, I would have until the last healing.

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