No one to trust or depend on no more
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Nothing is left of what I found before
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Tears of blood as I bury your name
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Easier to deal with anger and shame
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Cut the pleasure to the core
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Am I scared or are you bored
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Silently drifting, or on your shore
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Why is it and who can tell for sure
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Mouth made of sand and my heart made of stone
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Nothing to say and the hands left alone
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What did I do, did I hurt you sweet soul
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All that I wanted was warmth, now it¡¯s cold
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Like forever, the rain keeps falling
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Down
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Like forever, it hurts
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Cut the pleasure to the core
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My loss
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Loss
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Madder Mortem |