It's always one, two, three
Three choices, three options
Survive live or die
I got sick of constantly running away from everything
The endless struggle made no sense to me
So I just froze and gave up on everything
Who is that staring at me Blood red eyes a soulless smile so familiar!! So twisted and tormented I see the fear, the scars, the smell of dec...
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