I always trusted every word you said, you gave me hope for the future

Now there's no one who will stand right beside you
When all comes to how you're treating your loved ones
You're slipping away, can you feel how you're fading?
Important to no one, you're dust in the wind

You're fucking dead to me... You're fucking dead!



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I'm mentally hysteric

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