We’ve got to take it out in some way
Send a message and wait in line
It’s not my turn now but other day
Waiting something that won’t come
Writing a song for someone I don’t love
Ich wünschte, ich wäre tot
So cowardly I wrote, so don’t call my bluff
It’s quite hard don’t go insane every day
October is over but my body still remains
I’m still being selfish and fucked up
Near to a coma, but in the end the same
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