People come, people go
and I stay, I'm feeling low
they all have their dreams
they all have their nightsmares
but in the end
there's no one who cares.
I'm not scared of feelings
I'm not afraid of love
I just give a shit to it
I just close my mind.
Being drunk isn't what I need
thoughts crash my mind
I don't think I'm able to breath...
Why aren't graves signed
would be much easier
to kill the illusion of life
would be much crazier
writing names with a knife.
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