I'm not sure if I disappoint myself more
Than the ones I care for
I'm rotting here in my tomb
In hell, at the second floor
And the skies burn red from all the rage
From inside they feast on me
Not reachable, not stoppable
The hurt that was released inside of me
And the raindrops are bombs on my head
Echoing inside this fragile scale
Go ahead, read me
'Cause I cannot veil
And the inner storm continues more or less
Since the hurt already past it's crest
Even though I'm calming down
I still can't give my body no rest
I'm running away once more
I don't want to stay unstable
And am I just another mad man?
Can you find me a label?
But then please find me a cure
To keep my inner candle
To get rid of my hurt
Something I can handle
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