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Fighting…
I used to think that wounds will be healed
But now I know nothing changes without my will
Feels like I'm not free,deceived by something hollow
I realized the right way,but don't know why I still follow
After years and years,I'm still fighting
Don’t know about the end,
Who'll finish this game,the better angle or the worse angle
As the Bard says: 'the better angle is a right man fair
The worse angle is a woman colored ill'
While I'm here between
I've done much more than you know
Seems I've killed my better angle
Seems he's leaved my soul
All of this because of my fouls
I'm just watching the time go by
And my life being wasted for nothing
Without you HGH,I feel so small
Come back to me, wanna be free, not a doll
Sometimes I remember my past
The darkness which I wish I didn't have
But I know I'm repeating that fouls
I'm still fighting…