Every mistake is easier to make second time,
And every decision is harder to make
with mistakes on your side
Sliding down in the spiral of faults
My guts were spilled from inside, out
Again my heart is stabbed by pain
With only promises to live left,
Repeating every single word you said
Trying to find a hole
And fullfil the lust of my death
Every mistake is easier to make second time,
And every decision is harder to make
with mistakes on your side
Every single sell of me is crying
in sorrow...crying for death
Your words are the only rope to the world
And I, hold a pair of scissors in my hand
...Never more...
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