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| Caliban : Stigmata |
I made one step back and reached out my hand
To touch my picture in the mirror
I'm sticking in an armour of fear
Observing my image from the outside
I can't believe what's left of myself
I can't believe what's left of myself
I always tried my best and I never justified
I tried so hard but in the end it doesn't even matter
Nobody's out there, no one to hold my hand
No one to hold my hand
I can't believe what's left of myself
I can't believe what's left of myself
My time is up
My time is up
My time is up
My time is up
I feel like I'm gone as long before my time is up
I feel like I'm gone as long before my time is up
My time is up
I made one step back and reached out my hand
To touch my picture in the mirror
I'm sticking in an armour of fear
Observing my image from the outside
I can't believe what's left of myself
I can't believe what's left of myself
I feel like I'm gone as long before my time is up
I feel like I'm gone as long before my time is up
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