𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖉'𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖊 || 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

》Dépouillé

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I'll never cry because I know that it'll never change.
Worn out soul, mind in derange.
Let the book on the stage,
With some ripped page.

Raw flesh and scars' fresh,
That will never be repaired.
I stared on my bare,
Will I able to come out in despair?

Even I brace for the impact,
I will always end up alone.
Upside down, full of stones.
This heavy bread, unknown.

This scars felt like tattoo,
Together with memories in the blue.
They stick like mighty glue,
Is this even true?

Yes it is..
I just can't accept it.
But im used to it.
Is this being strong?
Or Im missing the song?

I don't know what's next,
Just waiting for the hecks.
Maybe, we still have a hope.
That's the only thing that making me hold on the rope.

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