Blowing My Flame by Demise
In the bustle of fears and passion, flood of words
In the crowd of human's emotions, I'm lost without edges
I don't know my onw place... and scream
Awakened at night, I got hurt with the day
I didn't know where I was and then I hid
But suddenly I stopped and understood my thoughts
Being stupor but real, alive
From now I was painting my life as I wanted
I directed every important events
It was pleasant, laugher at their failures
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