My story has so many sides
The one who dies, the one who bites
The one who suffers from fire and ice
And refuses to take one single advice
Only my heart got distorted
Small pieces and different shapes
I'm only hurting myself
I'll burn our broken old tapes
I'm still trying to impress you
But you're acting blind
Your actions are unpredictable
You make me lose my mind
I've had enough from you
This is your last hateful word
I'll take a different way
And then start again to record.
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