Never come back to your native home
Everyday your heart becomes like a stone
Everybody knows you're only mad
Do you feel anything except sad?
In your soul's living so many devils
Nobody doesn't come to help you
Each of them don't carry about this
Maybe you can knocking to their hearts?
But they don't hear you're screaming
Run away from this nightmare, girl
After sunrise you will happy small
Cut your memories, break off all wires
Enemy' s becoming a myth before your eyes.
Need in embrace
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