My Agony
I am a man
I love, I hate, I bet on bad games
Why do I cry like a schoolgirl
who's relationship went sour
Why do I wish this way my final hour
What is this fire burning within me
It's bringing me close to death,
Yet it slowly saves me
She will always be
My Agony
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