Tortured


Looking back on my life and what I’ve achieved
no fame no glory, no money, happy family

I suppose you could say I have free spirit and soul

I never had a purpose, a spesific goal


So now that I’m leaving I should find some kind of peace within
celebrate the life I’ve had, memories both good and bad


But I’m only feeling great resentment I’m not healing
All this anger stays inside, just as long as I’m alive

tortured tortured, tortured tortured
same thoughts running my brain,
guilt and shame, guilt and shame

I don’t want anyone to remember my name



So this is it, I say goodbye
no tears, no crying, no final drinks I’d be buying

I know I should be grateful for everything
They say life’s a gift, is that really a thing?

so why I feel like screaming,
hurting everyone with some meaning
cursing the life that I`ve had,
when nothing really went so bad KERTSI


There’s a war inside my head,
cause I am living, living
though I should be dead
Why don’t I have a right to decide,
when it’s time to end my life



tortured tortured...

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