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Curse the eccentric to wallow in their private hell, Dying inside, but no one can even tell, Grasping at straws, eluded by what I need,
Kick me when I'm down, point and laugh at my disease. This isolation - when will it end? Alone forever - won't even pretend, Desperate for something - but I don't know what,
The last on your list, the first you'll forget! Anguished and empty and destined to be alone, Complete acceptance is something that I've never known,
Hollow and dead inside is what I've become, And I won't look to you for love, because you have none! This isolation - when will it end? Alone forever - won't even pretend,
Desperate for something - but I don't know what, The last on your list, the first you'll forget!
(Straight To Hell - wieder von Carsten abgepinnt)
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