Don't feel in my face the wind that blows
My face portrays the state which i am
I'm alone bound in my world
A world which formally did offer to me a life
Don't take away then of me
It are the blanket that warms me
The food that feeds me
The air that i breath
My motive for to live
My pleasure of life
Don't let me die
Give me my drugs 'cause need them to live
My life is so with no sense
My sense was tared away from me brutally
And i don't have this brutally for fight
Fight against something that's all for me
They tell that it's makes me bad
As without it
Worse are your ravaging effect is
Like a bomb inside of me
One day will free myself
This is what they say
But how can i be free
If it's what so much in my life
The suicide seems to be the solution but is isn't
'cause living i have hope of one day to find myself
Don't feel in my face, the wind that blows
My face portrays the state which i am
I'm alone, bound in my world
A world which formally did offer to me a life
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