This is a poem for the lost and the
For all gods, sons and devils
Following the footstep of our fathers,
No one can stop the rain, the raising
I am torn into with every thought of
You drive me to the brink,
How do i get through this?
So take me back to a time I didn't
feel so alone,
Sometimes I get so stressed so
please don't tell me that i'ts all in
So ask yourself, can you bottle it
This rage building deep within.
All these words you see me crying
out (crying out)
Yet no one seems to listen (seems to
First breath, last breath,
All that matters is to be apart that
man you are looking for,
Confess your sins to me.
I can see you're on the edge,
Let me be!
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