12.Woe
Where am I？
I've never been myself
Lived for someone else
In the dark I dig into my flesh
I'm calling out, I'm calling out
I'm crying out for my death
I cry in woe
Why am I even here？
Everyone would be better without me
The sun is shining over city streets
But in my heart the dark is dwelling
It's all that I see
I cry in woe
Until I fall under a moving train
I live my life alone in pain
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