chains on my weak limbs
pins in my thin bones
here is midnight roleplay
the open eyes nightmare
it echoes in my head again
death is better than this
old tape has flashback rolling
tragedy and trauma on recap
here is midnight roleplay
burning pain in my chest
beastly demon in my mind
won't death be better than this ?
endless guilt and undying grief
spare no mercy on last mistakes
cry can't wash away a thing
tears are like drips of cyanide
this is my midnight roleplay
death must be better than this
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