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It’s raining on the glass, it follows me the whole life,
And the back sit of my car, it’s not reserved for anyone,
I’m bleeding more right now, and bullet near my chin
Waits for the last kiss, the story has a beautiful end.

On ceremony awards of death i gave
A perfect speech: I’m sorry mom, and sorry dad,
Black angels shake my hand,
My fears already came together
To fell me down into hell.

Sorry for the future, sorry for the past,
It’s not enough.
And all the time I’m dying
And all the time I’m bleeding
It’s not enough, it’s not.
Why, my son, Why, my friend.