The doors aren't locked
but walls squising me
I'm standing on the chair
Letters and number which I trusted people and places which I know
Here's anybody else

Shadows are dancing on my face
Candle is burning on the dest
There's noone to pretend
LIght disspaeared in gray
This one last cigarette
I'd rather be cool than dead

THeres noone to care noone to pretend
and nothing keep
Theres noone to trust noone at last
and nothing to leave...that's why I'm still breath

and now I couldn't run and now I couldn't sleep
there's nothing to lose
a glass of water is falling to the ground i'm waitinf on the feast
Their faces arent so scary anymore
It crawling in my veins
They are smiling to me they giving me their hands
I'd rather be cool than dead

There's noone to care...

I'm squizing my hands
Closing my eyes
Please turn off the lights
I don't have to cry
don't have to lought
I only have to hide

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