Unexistence Fourteen
The Old Curse of Death
So short I can’t hardly feel
My story ends
Again and again
And I always regret the moments that I gave
Reff: I have done a few things I regret
Help me to sleep
Help me to forget this
I wasn’t wrong to feel this way
Screaming outwards to shoot me back in time
I’m not deserve this
I can’t realize
If I can’t be loved then no one shall be
I hope I can’t feel
I hope I can’t breathe
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