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It is not that complicated

Torn asunder one too many times

Cannot find my way back around

You would be wrong if you thought I would be fine



Too many broken pieces lying around

They are passed the point of being fixed

Inside this shell I cannot hear a sound

and no one remembers that I exist



You would remember if you heard this story

because it is pointless, without any glory

and through it all I cannot be saved

Nor feed the hunger my soul craves



Day by day I die a bit more

Becoming more unsure what I am fighting for

If you want to fight me here we go

Today it starts, this is war



It is not that complicated

Torn asunder one too many times

This is my story

Heard without a single glory