MENTAL PRVBLEMS
CVLD BLVVDED
There is still a war BETWEEN ME AND THE DEMONS, I'm the same as 'fore, WITH COMPLETELY CLOSED FEELINGS, I ain't open my soul, I TAKE EVERYONE FOR VILLAINS, I see no allies, no, I CANNOT CHANGE MY BRIGHT VISION, I HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS, My angel has been missing for a long time, I see no reason TO LOOK FOR HIM, Live in a bubble, isolated but fine, although from the outside, I LOOK SO SICK, I saw my demon stranglin' angel, Cut into pieces just wie ein Vogel*, There's an empty space BEHIND THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY RIB, I feel I've no place OF LOVE IN MY SOUL I'M EMPTÝ I am a lost child, My fate is so vile, Mental problems have been hauntin' me for a long time, I've been thinking for a while, That I'm a sick guy, MY MIND'S FUCKING WITH ITSELF, I START THINKING 'BOUT A QUICK DEATH, I CAN'T HIDE A-ALL THE PAIN, MY HAND REACHES OUT TO THE BLADE, ALL OF MY HOPES TURNED OUT TO BE FAKE, MAYBE MY EXISTENCE IS A MISTAKE...
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