Alene Misantropi - Solitude, Pessimist and Self-Destructive
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The story repeats itself
The sadness fills up my soul
The loneliness follows me
Everything was written down

Everything for being useless
Without mercy for the weak ones

Finding an weird happiness in loneliness
The singular and whimsical pleasure of nostalgia

Downcast, the hours pass

I don’t dare to move an ounce
I don’t feel cold, I feel nothing
Too depressed for that privilege
Too tired to cry again

No more tears, only real sadness
Surrender, resignation
Too dark to see
To dark to walk