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But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember all words that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in-between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
Annons
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