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I, I live in a world,

where I do what I do,

and I'm thinking to make it my way.

You, you cry for your life,

you've never begun,

to fight to survive in this game.

You don't know that my life is not waithing for you,

and I know that my faith is fading away,

my heart's spilling blood

and my mind feel the same,

still something makes me suffer

can't take it away,

my finger touch the void

of a world used to be,

and I hold on to wait anyway.

They deny what you state,

you fight they complain,

to run deep inside through your days,

your believe in your life,

can't help you no more,

to face what they're giving to you.

You don't know that my life

is not waiting for you,

but I know this is wrong

I don't care because,

you've never heard, my crying words,

my deepest prayers, my failing will,

my scaring dreams, my wondering soul,

my lonely fall,

why don't you help me?

why were we wrong?