Year by Year, history repeats itself
Like day by day I lay on my bed
Someone said "tomorrow will be a better day"
but I don't believe...
'Cause I'm not from this place,
I'm so not from this place
I hope I find, someone of my kind
who wants to try to make this a better place
Someone who gets the monkey off my back
Even though there will be no way back
Sometimes looking for help
Is like playing with a two sided knife, just like suicide
Page by Page, at the end of the fairy tale
there're words that give assistance to breath
But no one can see tales don't give you what you really need
it's sending you straight.. off to sleep
Oh I'm loosing myself
oh you're loosing yourself
I hope someday you'd like to turn
things up side down and be more receptive
And try to get over all this useless crap
Even though there will be no way back
Sometimes looking for help is like playing with a
two sided knife, just like suicide...
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