I’ve fucked someone,
To lose some pain,
I’ve put some drugs,
On my own veins,
I tried to run,
But did not succeed,
And pain is killing me indeed.
My arms are burned,
My heart is cold,
And there is nothing to be told,
But I still want your angry face,
To look at me and smile again,
Cause there’s no other pretty you,
To whom to say how I love you.
Escape
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