As the nights grow harder
and nights go weak.
I beg for a break,
a break from this endless streak.
I've searched and looked,
for a better way out.
There's nothing and noone,
but a sense of doubt.
A doubt on life.
a doubt for a cure.
this is my choice,
and im really sure.
This is my choice,
so hear my voice,
for once, as i cry
my last cry.
This was all your fault.
You've left me in the cold
and your lies have grown old.
You say im not alone,
but where were you th last 15 years
to wipe my falling bloody tears?
So tonight I leave.
I leave all your lies
and restart a new pitiful life.
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