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I am the dead

I am the death

I am the agony inside

I gave him my heart

I gave him my love

I gave him my mind

I gave him my soul

Like a sucker the truth is beneath the gun.

You are the bad boy

You are the hell's dog astray

You are the light destroyer

You took my friends

You took my family

You took everything on me

Like a vampire the truth is beneath the gun.

Melancholia

In pain or joy you stay my best friend melancholia

My support for my anguish day you stay always here on the shadows my melancholia

Miss you me if you let my life ?

Miss I you if I let your life ?

I'm so tired my friend. Some may call you a curse, others a blessing.

Still I cry with you at night dark shadow melancholia

It doesn't seem to matter but tell me what I will do ?

Don't you judge of my composure because I'm lying to myself. Don't you judge of my composure because I'm bothered everyday. It's my cross to bear, a lonely life in the dark.

I just want to live again. Live again melancholia. Spread my wings and to let my heart fly.

You has been my faithful companion melancholia and I can't deny our history. But please it's the time to let me go.

I must continue my journey and found alone my brick yellow road to do my fate a blessing...