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"I talk to the voices in my head, they tell me it's fine"
But none of them stay when I cross the line.
They wisper "you'll make it", but don't even try,
And I fall in a hole with no way to climb high.
"What's the 27 Club? We ain't make it past 21"
My life Stück on pause while the years still run.
My heart is a fire no soul wants to feed,
Fear comes in waves while my eyes start to bleed.
"Drugs got me sweatin', but the room getting cold",
I'm trembling, rage is a weight that I hold.
The warmth fades away and the hearts disappear,
While I'm lerning to hate my reflection in fear.
"I'm a jealous boy, really feel like John Lennon"
Can't trust a soul, not the realest of breathren.
Love once was sweet, but it tasted like sin,
Now I fly through the dark with this ache deep within.
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