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Somedays you’ve had enough.
You see no light,
You lost the way,
You’ve lost the fight.
Somedays you’ve had enough.
You want to run away,
You want to hide away,
But there are no doors.
Your aching,
Your body’s breaking.
You dream of popping pills,
piercing thrills,
nothing else.
You wish that you could fly,
Touch the sky,
nothing else.
And your starving,
But you can’t teach,
The room is turning,
Your love for life is dead.
Everythings magic,
in your sick world
You can’t stand the rain,
you want to trip again.
Your aching,
Your body’s breaking.
You dream of popping pills,
piercing thrills,
nothing else.
You wish that you could fly,
Touch the sky,
nothing else.
Your all screwed up...
(Dilana)
You see no light,
You lost the way,
You’ve lost the fight.
Somedays you’ve had enough.
You want to run away,
You want to hide away,
But there are no doors.
Your aching,
Your body’s breaking.
You dream of popping pills,
piercing thrills,
nothing else.
You wish that you could fly,
Touch the sky,
nothing else.
And your starving,
But you can’t teach,
The room is turning,
Your love for life is dead.
Everythings magic,
in your sick world
You can’t stand the rain,
you want to trip again.
Your aching,
Your body’s breaking.
You dream of popping pills,
piercing thrills,
nothing else.
You wish that you could fly,
Touch the sky,
nothing else.
Your all screwed up...
(Dilana)
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