Ain´t found a way to kill me yet
But it often feels like they are close
Every time I wake up in the middel of the night
with my head filled of scream form bullets
it feels like im getting burned
but i cant find the flames
or my way out
A voice are calling to me
from somewhere
like it wants to help
I never wanted help
Like my skin are beggin me to drown
and finally find a way out
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