live in cruel world with no justice
where people kill each other for their own life
the life that was happy now become sorrow
like a sword that had been rusty
the spirit keep haunting
fight no matter what they do
this small heart full of scars
no more space, just emptiness
life become bored
it become more and more useless
like a guitar that have no strings
what about this heart?
what about this life?
first thought ( is this my life )
but now ( where's my melody, rhythm and happiness )
how can i achieve my bloody dreams?
if the scars keep increasing
please world, make urself a fun place to be
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