A knife in my chest
Sliding in, deeper and deeper
Of pain I'm possessed
The secrets of a reaper
I'm so damn easy affected
By anywhere I can dwell
Not at all protected
I'll end up in hell
And just to feel hated
Has been tearing me
What your acts created
What they made me see
And I can't take more alone
Can't stand to be awake
Why can't I make it on my own?
Why is everything I do a mistake?
Why do I always ruin my joy
Crashing my fulfilled dreams
Maybe I can only destroy
That's at least how it seems
I've been sliding
From luck to goodbyes
I've been hiding
To prevent others' despise
But it's been a solution
That wouldn't last
It'll become my execution
Brought by the past
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