The inhumanity of this reality is to breathe without lungs.
No one would be kind enough to give what you want, you have to earn it with unforgiving hands.
If you know so much then why do you keep coming back?
Leave me alone but mark bruises on my skin
I can say I like it like that
Nothing is better than to watch tomorrow go by
I can't fight my fears and you are my fears.
With open arms and a knife behind your back, you always were the one who make choices without a second glance.
At least I can say it was fun well it lasted.
With my cold body in your open arms, sobbing for another chance.
Nothing comes easy, it's either you have it or you do not.
Maybe next time you will learn.
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