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• Artiste: Mental Reservation
• Titre: Sceptic
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Maybe i should pick up the phone but i don't wanna talk about the things that always went wrong i hear it creaking in my bones all those lonely moments i spent with empty bottles and my oh so heavy head in my hands now i'm feeling so alone and now i can see the pure misery i don't wanna talk about it need to scream out loud in the rain i can't complain this is what i want to be this is the air that leads right to my lungs staring at the tip of my pen i'm tryin' to work out how this masterpiece will come to an end but the story it goes on one day maybe i'll take that call and i will talk about the things that went wrong but worst of all when i tear down all these walls no one else will see them fall and now i can see the pure misery i don't wanna talk about it need to scream out loud in the rain i can't complain this is what i want to be this is the air that leads right to my lungs i'm so alone night follows day and now i've gone astray oh am i ready or not i'm sure i'm awake but this all seems so fake i can't believe what i've got and maybe it's hard to see life is no mystery day follows night but there's no light in sight cause i have thickened the plot and now i can see the pure misery i don't wanna talk about it need to scream out loud in the rain i can't complain this is what i want to be this is the air that leads right to my lungs straight to my lungs i'm so alone