I don't know what has happened to me but it's true
That if you will threaten me by leaving with no clue
I will stand up strong, my pain will never grew
And I'll say, "Let me open the door for you"

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I don't know what it is but it's something strange
That if you'll come to me with the intentions of my murder
I'll not hesitate nor prison you in a cage
I'll run away "to hand you a sharper knife, just remember to hurt me full of rage"

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I don't know what it is but it feels like a pain
That if you want to completely destroy me, you can.
I'll not smile, nor laugh, I'll say like an insane
That,"Something already destroyed, can't be destroyed again"

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Do I have the glance of a destructor, or the strength of a saviour?
Did I failed too much to be known as a failure ?
Or I win too much to be known as a winner?
Or I lost myself from the outer,from the inner?

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