I go down the street, freezing rays of rain hit me
Eye hurts a little, but it's nothing new really
A rush of fever rises, I don't know what's going on
I see her standing there alone
She looks at me
I paint an intuition
It's feeding the addiction
She looks at me
She looks at me
I want her to stop being here
Get out of sight
Forget my name
I feel like I'm going insane
Oh I can't hold it anymore
She says sorry
God make it stop!
My face is marble white, mind is running out of line
It's way too quiet, black sky covers fateful crime
I don't know what I just did, leave without turning back
Behind stays resting silhouette
I'm free to be
She looked at me
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