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    I'm enough of this pain
    That makes me look insane.
    What I did to deserve
    To be in this shit again?

    I've grown a fear - I've got disease,
    Probably chosen F**ked-up way.
    Is it days or is it months
    Until I cut my name?

    What I did today
    To make me feel something changed?
    To make me feel that it's all over?
    I would really like to stay
    Far away from this place
    But sadness goes away and I'm feeling older...

    There's no home, there's no place
    Where I could simply run away -
    Different town and different room
    where I lock myself inside.

    It's coming back, it goes away -
    Before I hurt myself badly...
    Next time will be deeper hole
    And the skies will be higher...