Who do you think I am?
Am I who I used to be?
Do you love me, like you used to do?
You tell me you do.
But what is diferent then?
You can not see.
You don't know how I feel,
You don't know how I see the world through my eyes.
Can't you understand how it feels to be abused?
Can't you understand what it takes away from me?
I think you want to know.
Because there is something in the way,
Yourself.
You made your decision
And I think I made mine.
There is no way I am going to live there
Because there won't be a single way to feel home.
I wish I was beside you again.
No one else in the way,
No one else you love more then your own children
I want to be home.
Understand my feelings,
Please.
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Don't take life too seriously, you will never get out of it alive...
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And I still hear you scream
In every breathe
In every single motion
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