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Wrong Shoes
Here comes the phase when You don't wanna see my face Beaten down, disgrace. Not ashamed. That's nice I'm so close to start telling my whole story Even knowing that no one will ever really listen to it
Holy shit, I don't know where to start and what to say I fell like billions of eyes are now starting all at me All at once. But those belong to them dead. Am I still alive? What the fuck is wrong with it?
I'm just keep going. But with every step I'm getting closer to them To whom? I'm not sure, I fell like everyday I am getting closer to death I'm loosing my consciousness, I'm falling down and hitting my head But even now the only thing I can think of is how can a man get away with that
If nothing can be changed, I'm afraid to die in them wrong shoes In them wrong shoes, in them wrong shoes. I'll better walk barefoot that going out again in them wrong shoes
Here comes the phase when I don't wanna have a face Because it's showing too much of that I don't want you to realize How can you bloody know What is the best way to run Away What is the best way to end A day When all you've got is a Memory
Do me in and wipe me out Cut my veins and suck my blood Turn my flesh into the art Of tearing inseparable apart Off you go with all you know At least in hell, leave me alone I ain't got much strength to grow, So I was pushed fore I fall