It wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel.
It wouldn't mean a thing if you told me what to do, what to say, because like you can not understand me, I can not understand you.
No-one ever cared for me.
No-one ever loved me, they just wanted to torture me, and I thought it was just fine.
So I'm so sick of all the pain, I'm so tired of all the misery inside, but I think it's too late now, I can never be same. If I can make it through the night,
I'm afraid, it all will fade to white, black and grey.
Selite:
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