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Rockets (regressed/repressed), an hand pushes the fatal shot ever-closer to a broken tune. Wasting my time and thrown face-first into a bloody trail Left by gods and habits started While misery dreads the broken-hearted Behind fragile hours, one more untimely existence. Self destruct before daylight, wake up death from spite. My head's too tired to change what can't be, Too forgetful to feel what was once seen. I never forgave your silence Sometimes we fail to need and slipping past grief is easier than making myself bleed. Show me how to feel for you. From Letras Mania