Problematique

Que merda de dia.

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Map of the problematique ~ muse.

Fear
And the panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel
Like everything I sow
Has been swept away
Well I refuse to let you go

I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you

Loneliness, be over
When will this loneliness be over?

Life
Will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one
Thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
When we bleed we bleed the same?