Ezüst Patak - 12 A free life


Another time, (when) words could hurt like knives
Voices drawing blood
Crashing in my head, my best vas (not)never enough
My race is run

No place to go, no hole where I can hide
nowhere to run
Flashing memories, and places where we both were
I’ve come undone

Ref:
Last time, never again
Don’t think I can stand this kind of pain
But still I see the light
Now should I leave or stand and fight?

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