ניסיתי לכתוב שיר אחרי 4 שנים שלא כתבתי, מה דעתכם?

Guilt. Why am I like this? Everything is right, yet I feel so wrong. Crybaby, weak, powerless. What's wrong? What happened? Nothing happened, but everything hurts, everything is painful, so I can't do anything but wait. Cry. Weak. Guilty.

My mind is like acid, my thoughts are like needles. I'm my own torturer, my own enemy. They talk about love, success, dreams, I just survive. barley survive and hurt.

Trapped in this loop of anxiety and hate, in a room inside my mind full of guilt and pain. Maybe I'll end this all, just give up and fade away. Because living is not existing, and I can't handle this race.

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