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Sometimes the patience‘s not enough.
And this life seems too much to bear.
The deepest misery comes out of the deepest love.
The ones we love don’t notice and don’t care.
I often wonder why I even live.
Go through the life with all the motions...
I don’t enjoy the pain that I receive.
I don’t enjoy being joyful, being social...
I long for a blade and the sharp pain in the veins.
I wish for the calm that will come later and the darkness.
I don’t care if it’ll cause the other's pain...
So why I’m still here in the coldness?
And this life seems too much to bear.
The deepest misery comes out of the deepest love.
The ones we love don’t notice and don’t care.
I often wonder why I even live.
Go through the life with all the motions...
I don’t enjoy the pain that I receive.
I don’t enjoy being joyful, being social...
I long for a blade and the sharp pain in the veins.
I wish for the calm that will come later and the darkness.
I don’t care if it’ll cause the other's pain...
So why I’m still here in the coldness?