My performance

Patros Fibros

 Hand with a knife,
 I'm within temptation.
 Hand goes to my heart,
 Why the fuck I'm still alive!?

 Since I was eight,
 I try to kill myself.
 I'm going crazy from the pain,
 The sadness, fear and hate.

 I never said I felt the pain,
 I was always acting to another and to myself.
 I never felt the happiness what I've showed my whole life,
 Mayby I gonna take the train.

 Friends in real life I haven't anymore,
 They are already gone.
 Today or tomorrow I'm going to my friends,
 Mayby than you realize what you've done.

 If you are a real friend,
 You've tried to stop me.
 But you didn't,
 You aren't a real friend.
 You never wanted to stop me,
 You never understood the alarm.
 If you were a real friend,
 You should feel the pain of my selfharm.

 I've wrecked my soul,
 I've lied my whole life,
 To every one I know.
 My happiness, my smile,
 It was one big show.

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