The angels of the night
Are hearing to my voice
So I wont cry
And wont be sober
I have one last try
To make those things come true
So I wont will be fine
If I die tonight
I try to see through me
What’s left under that shit
I have holes in my soul
Since I was just a kid
So bitch dont fuck with me
My deamons are crawling
I think they protect me to stab me so softly
In my dreams
I see those who left
And they ask me to stay a little longer
Sorry mom I have to go
I cant take this pain anymore
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