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My Page Of Self-Destruction
Fold the blank lines
Save these hard times
Collect the fear
Write it down, write it right here
This is my page
My page of self-destruction
This is where i gain from misery
This is my tool
My tool of self-destruction
This is where my heart will rot forever
Curves, dots and lines
And taste of pine
That will remain
At the seventh of the first day
The smell of ink
The sleepless drink
Water so clear
The departure, my dear
My page is torn
It's torn by self-destruction
Words at random born from misery
This is so cruel
And it is self-inflicted
My lonely torture will go on forever
You justified what i despised
You justified what i defied
You justified what i did try to hide
You justified what i denied
Sleepless when told to sleep
Dry eyes when expected to weep
Looking back when told to long
Old pal sad brings another song
Sure i am trying
But there are no answers within
The answer is asleep, alone
Where leaves fall upon stone
This is my page
My page of self-destruction
This is where i gain from misery
This is my tool
My tool of self-destruction
This is where my heart will rot forever
Nine times the moon will die
The birds away and back will fly
Thirty thousand words i'll write
Before i can see the light
The only light this world can offer me
But only the first battle versus time
Nine times the moon will die
The birds away and back will fly
Thirty thousand words i'll write
Before i can see the light
Meanwhile i'll fill the blank lines
Save the good times
Collect the memories
Meanwhile i will fill my page
I'll fill it with rotten pieces of my heart
Fold the blank lines
Save these hard times
Collect the fear
Write it down, write it right here
This is my page
My page of self-destruction
This is where i gain from misery
This is my tool
My tool of self-destruction
This is where my heart will rot forever
Curves, dots and lines
And taste of pine
That will remain
At the seventh of the first day
The smell of ink
The sleepless drink
Water so clear
The departure, my dear
My page is torn
It's torn by self-destruction
Words at random born from misery
This is so cruel
And it is self-inflicted
My lonely torture will go on forever
You justified what i despised
You justified what i defied
You justified what i did try to hide
You justified what i denied
Sleepless when told to sleep
Dry eyes when expected to weep
Looking back when told to long
Old pal sad brings another song
Sure i am trying
But there are no answers within
The answer is asleep, alone
Where leaves fall upon stone
This is my page
My page of self-destruction
This is where i gain from misery
This is my tool
My tool of self-destruction
This is where my heart will rot forever
Nine times the moon will die
The birds away and back will fly
Thirty thousand words i'll write
Before i can see the light
The only light this world can offer me
But only the first battle versus time
Nine times the moon will die
The birds away and back will fly
Thirty thousand words i'll write
Before i can see the light
Meanwhile i'll fill the blank lines
Save the good times
Collect the memories
Meanwhile i will fill my page
I'll fill it with rotten pieces of my heart
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