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Gone

by Manuel | | June 2nd, 2010 | arts & graphics, music, tools

I’ve let you step inside my circle,
Is it really me in the end you see?
A bastard-child of a grown-up abortion?
Why am I so afraid to be?

What’s the price for being happy?
How could I possibly brawl for something?
And where is it going to leave me,
When I finally end up with nothing?

CHORUS:
Everything that I have done… it just all led up to nothing.
After all the debts I’ve paid… I would have hoped for something.

Let me put up with your burden.
In the end, what do you want me to be?
Blood licking and sorrow tonguing?
Goddamn, I’m so afraid to see.

How far to go until I am happy?
When will it stop feeling like nothing?
In the end, where does it all leave me,
when I finally end up with something?

CHORUS:
Everything that I have done… it just all led up to nothing.
After all the debts I’ve paid… I would have hoped for something.

And Rejoicingly I’m starting to pray,
that these excruciations would just die away.
But for long my emotions are gone.
Yet I know that Venlafaxine has finally won.

Everything that I have done… it just all led up to nothing.
(Rejoicingly I’m starting to pray…)
After all the debts I’ve paid… I would have hoped for something.
(That these excruciations would just die away.)
Everything that I have done… it just all led up to nothing.
(But for long my emotions are gone…)
After all the debts I’ve paid… I would have hoped for something.
(Yet I know that Venlafaxine has finally won.)

Finally gone.

Gone…

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