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I dream of killing myself I'm in front of a screen It reflects my dead shape But death has never scared me I break the screen, I think of fleeing I start to hear a melody That guides my will to understand Why my death wish is so real I get out for a walk And I cannot find any more A feeling that makes me stay Everything looks so grey A broken glass touches my neck I want to cut my innocence I'm hypnotized looking the glass I want to feel its coldness I flee from the land of the sin I want to hear one last melody I want to flee My life runs out, I've given up Don't care about my family There's no doubt they won't care too It's time to bring my destiny A broken glass cuts my neck I start to feel a bit tired All around turns to red Just hope death arrives in time
