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viernes, 25 de febrero de 2011

Like My Days.


A knife in my hand, my life in a dark hole
I can't live like this, I can't keep doing this
A vein cut of my arm, a lot of blood in the floor
I can't stay like this, I can't stop myself right now.

Cause there is nothing interesting in my life,
All is boring monotony in my grey days

Only existed a bit of hope in my heart

But now I can't cry anymore cause I'm old
.

My life still in danger days, a knife want to cut
I can't scream anymore, I can't live a sad life
My body is getting cold, mi skin wasn't pale
I can't write a simple letter, I can't talk anymore.

Cause there is nothing interesting in my life,
All is boring monotony in my grey days

Only existed a bit of hope in my heart
But now I can't cry anymore cause I'm old.

And I'm lost, walking trough the wrong way
My heart can't beat in this danger land
And I'm hot, my hands begin to get burn

My feet begin to convert in ashes, grey ashes.

Like my days.

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