letra de spend every morning mourning - thomas christ
i cannot tell how many days it has been
since i realized i could never win
the scars are too deep and the limbs are gone
and all my sunsets come at dawn
the misery comes down deep and hard
every shred of hope has gone so far
i feel dead and raped inside
dried up are the tears that were in my eyes
so i do what i can do and what i can do is cry
and slice myself with razorblades and hope that soon i die
and i spend every morning mourning
every afternoon and evеning too
and i spend every morning mourning
sincе there’s nothing left that i can do
many are the people who are dying
and many are the people who are crying
i am not an exception, but the rule
and i am not a man, i’m a fool
i am dying inside of my casket
i know that i can no longer mask it
i feel dead and raped inside
erased is the life that was in my mind
no, no, no, no
razorblades
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