"Despair"
Pictures moving for my eyes
Leaving a trickle blood behind
Window is dirty
So am I
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House full of memories
Birds fly in the dark sky
Little bit of wind
I just want to cry
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The knive is shining
There are cuts, a lot
Hands start to shake
You were all that I've got
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Looking at the dripping blood
Pain against pain
Dark clouds come in the air
And it started to rain