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Unsung Melancholy
You think it's easy? ..
if there is choice,
do you think we're going to allow ourselves to be chained up by these darkthoughts and whereabouts? ..
That beautiful facade smile hides scarred and wounded lips.
Endless chaos inside of our head we can't just shake it off and drop.
The satisfaction of every cuts, of every drops of blood from fresh slitted skin makes us feel we're alive.
U have no idea how hard it is to stop,
it is more like an addiction where u need something to fill the emptiness you've been searching for so long,
once it fills you,
you'll ask and look of it, all over again.
Battle scars are piling up, wounds are getting deeper in every sharp trail left by razor blades.
Silent screams and bloodied tears remains unheard, it remains unseen ..
these unsung melancholy we succumbed, in darkness,
in pain ..
in misery ...
if there is choice,
do you think we're going to allow ourselves to be chained up by these darkthoughts and whereabouts? ..
That beautiful facade smile hides scarred and wounded lips.
Endless chaos inside of our head we can't just shake it off and drop.
The satisfaction of every cuts, of every drops of blood from fresh slitted skin makes us feel we're alive.
U have no idea how hard it is to stop,
it is more like an addiction where u need something to fill the emptiness you've been searching for so long,
once it fills you,
you'll ask and look of it, all over again.
Battle scars are piling up, wounds are getting deeper in every sharp trail left by razor blades.
Silent screams and bloodied tears remains unheard, it remains unseen ..
these unsung melancholy we succumbed, in darkness,
in pain ..
in misery ...
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