Whirlwind of Hate
i'm caught up in this world
where no one thinks i'm great
neither can i do something great with my life
even my dear friend thinks i'm good for nothing
may be that's the reason i feel good
everytime we split up for something
i'm living in the whirlwind of hate
i only have my talents to console me
in the depths of my solitude
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