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...torn apart...
Inside I feel empty,
Torn apart, worn out
Don't know what to write,
But won't pen off
It's like there's something to say,
But it just won't come out
There's voices in my head,
But I can't listen along
Cause it's all but a tone off
Chocking on guilt,
The guilt of letting me down
Fear of regrets to come,
The shake of fate's wrath
Maybe it's not yet too late
But where do i begin? When?
Torn apart, worn out
Don't know what to write,
But won't pen off
It's like there's something to say,
But it just won't come out
There's voices in my head,
But I can't listen along
Cause it's all but a tone off
Chocking on guilt,
The guilt of letting me down
Fear of regrets to come,
The shake of fate's wrath
Maybe it's not yet too late
But where do i begin? When?
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