I feel like every lie I ever told
Stood against my soul
I'm just a neglected guitarist
That can rhyme
I faced the hard and the hardest
But I know I lost my time
It's a thin line between love and hate
Is you really real or is you really fake
I was a soldier standing on my feet
Now I'll surrender, now I'll retreat
There's a limit for struggle
After the very first 7 troubles
I can sit here thinking with caution
Forgetting all the reason of my misfortune
Death marks cut me... Deeply
I was too proud to admit it was hurting me
My angry heart
Winter nights dark
Now I see
The after life is missing me
I'm close to be there
This ledge is taking me somewhere.
By Remi Mq
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