"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