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Hopeless, frustrated, all of this!
Were the remains, I will never miss.
Everything that is in my mind,
That I am a bad one in the eyes of all mankind.

I feel lower than a dirt,
And I am really, really hurt.
For my life is so miserable,
Forgiveness is my call.

The thorny way I travel,
I feel the fires of the hell.
Bleeding while looking at the sky,
But that is a place too high.

They locked me down to the core,
While they are dancing there in the shore.
I am melting slowly but no one can see,
Or even to harden me.