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With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would he hear me, if I called hes name?
Would he hold me, if he knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
My tears don't fall, they crash around me
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would he hear me, if I called hes name?
Would he hold me, if he knew my shame?
This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end I'm hoping
My world is over one more time
____________________
fråga inte, är trött på frågor.
jag orkar inte, jag klarar inte av det här längre..
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would he hear me, if I called hes name?
Would he hold me, if he knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
My tears don't fall, they crash around me
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would he hear me, if I called hes name?
Would he hold me, if he knew my shame?
This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end I'm hoping
My world is over one more time
____________________
fråga inte, är trött på frågor.
jag orkar inte, jag klarar inte av det här längre..
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