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So how many times do I have to fail, before I understand who I am?
To get away from myself, I need to get a rest,
The reaper is standing next to me.
The time is now, surrounded by shadows, painted by colors of darkness,
The time is now, the final hour, close to insanity.
What if I told you there is no tomorrow,
If I told you I just cant hold on.
What if you watch me walk away by tomorrow?
If I told you tomorrow will be gone!
I am everything I need, what is this distance,
Coming to reek upon who I was,
To finally see myself in the mirror,
I really understood what I am made of,
The time is now, surrounded by shadows, painted by colors of darkness,
The time is now, the final last word, close to insanity.
To get away from myself, I need to get a rest,
The reaper is standing next to me.
The time is now, surrounded by shadows, painted by colors of darkness,
The time is now, the final hour, close to insanity.
What if I told you there is no tomorrow,
If I told you I just cant hold on.
What if you watch me walk away by tomorrow?
If I told you tomorrow will be gone!
I am everything I need, what is this distance,
Coming to reek upon who I was,
To finally see myself in the mirror,
I really understood what I am made of,
The time is now, surrounded by shadows, painted by colors of darkness,
The time is now, the final last word, close to insanity.
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