Blue Pearl
Cold, warm, alone, surrounded by my friends
I feel the same, this feeling never ends
Please don't ask, don't make me move again
it's too cold I wanna stay in bed
I try hard but my head's really fucked
I keep still or the devil he wakes up
You all move convinced you are not stuck
But I see so much I cannot look
Death, she, smiles, if you're smiling back
I shake and moan, I'm under attack
I pick the scab but it just grows back
I try to stop but man I want to
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Autor(es): Celladoor