I make the same mistakes, same days
I know that now I'm worthless
Before my heart cools down
We avoid spending weak weeks
I'm sick of my lack of freedom
So to night, I beg and pray for freedom
Let me free and I will spread my
Cause pain and I'm the witchcrawler
It was just easier to repeat the fault
But it was all meaningless after all
My school taught me how to walk
There's something I must find myself
I'm sick of my trapped freedom
Every day I'm fighting with my tragedy
I make a prayer for freedom
Let me free and I will spend my sweet weeks
My life's too short, what should I do now?
When I think so, it's just a turning point
My life's too short, what should I do now?
I've bled green from lusty lies
What I did was what I didn't do
I'm sick of that I can't bring down
Every day I'm fighting with my tragedy
I'll take a break for freedom
Let me free and I will spend
Today I live in this town
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