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Decontrolled Self Portrait

Enter my world, this hate now grows Smell my air and see my colours This time there will be no mourn No display of all of my horrors I fucked up death

I resolved it, I resolved everything I had, With myself, with my mind, I got tired, I got tired of waiting, For this "thing" to become a life, "Sometimes

When the world you know is grey, and grief is all you feel, What's one supposed to do? He walked these empty streets, no feelings lined his face, Cruel

Walking down the dusty streets, I watch the concrete sky And I know I can't escape from it, no matter how I try Long time ago, somebody said, ?Our fate

To find a way, to escape, to be free... Loneliness cuts like a knife, I can't stand this painful life, Show me the way in the night, Set my spirit free