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I can shoot myself to death
Nothing brings me back
This kind of solutions 
Is made of black pollutions

I made my mistakes
And im going to make more
I dont know what to do
But its hard to say, so difficult

That this sad scene replays
Every time I open my eyes
This dustier road i've ever been
Its hard to see, so f*cking hard

Nothings gonna bring me back to life
Because these times are so dark
Maeby i dont like it
But everyone uses to everything

A disappointment after another disappointment
Life just keeps failing me
Only true happines comes with dusk
But theres no happines... At all