Sometimes
Sometimes, I just want to lay down, Take down my crown, But yet I'm Still my own clown, Drowning myself down. Sometimes I just wanna breathe, My dreams maybe achieve, Make myself believe, That I would not always grieve. But yet I'm Still Drowning myself under ice, Not once, not twice. Yet I'm, Still in dark place Searching for a cruel device, But there is nothing than me, Than you, than them. Demons, demons, wishing for ours souls, But we are still under controls, We can get out, we can run out, Before we get blackout. Run out, run out, before we get breakout. Oh I know your place well, There is no spell, I know how much you suffer, That this chain around you neck goes tougher; But yet we're still here, So before we dissapear, So we can suffer by each other’s side, Forever we won’t hide.
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