you'll do anything to stop your fingers from running
stay outside from this insane days
don't you wanna fall apart?
you write sad songs on your body
'cause you hate them on your head
how's hell to you?
how's hell to me?
i can't believe it
so young and so filled
with your own regrets
your smile just bores me
your voice makes me tired
one two three
one day you'll be admired
one two three
i'll be on fire
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