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Poikarukka poikarukka, Huonot hampaat ja värjätty tukka. Päivästä toiseen elämää surren, Jatkaa elämää hammasta purren. Kun illalla tyynyyn painuu pää, Silloin toivoo poikarukka tää. Kumpa tälle joku valoa tois, Eikä lähtis koskaan viereltä pois. Poikarukka poikarukka, Heikko ja laiha kuin kuihtunut kukka. Mielensä palasina lasin lailla, Mielenrauhaa vain on vailla. Maailmaansa ei muille jaa, Vaan piiloutuu kylmän maskinsa taa. Yksin pimeässä kuin hyljätty hukka, Ainiaan kulkee poikarukka

I roll the dice and once again I die a little more inside. I've played This Game of Death for so long. And I can't help but wonder, how is there still anything left in me to be killed.

Give me life By thousand cuts, Suck out the poison From my tainted mind, Break the shackles Of anger And set me free, Life granted By thousand tiny cuts, Hope it's worth the pain Of letting go.

I sit here on my throne of want I am a lord of nothing, the crownless king watching over this empty hall eternally bound, unable to leave for what is a lord without his throne?

Welcome to the carnival of cuts and scratches, Where we all fight neverending deathmatches. Here you'll see the meeting ends, Here razorblades are your best friends. Take a seat by the huge bonfire, Where corpses burn in crimson ire.

So, I'm not worth your time anymore? Can't really blame you after all, you tried to help me. I just didn't listen, as it seems to always be with me. I just don't listen, or in fact I don't understand. Anyway, I just want to thank you, for trying to save my poor soul. Have a nice rest of your life, I hope you find true happines, 'cause you if anybody deserves it.

My scars, they've stopped healing. They don't hurt anymore, but they just won't heal. The old ones are starting to show more clearly. Why is that, I wonder? Maybe my body is starting to give in to my dying mind.

I'm always watching, I see all of you laughing and having fun. Sometimes wishing I could be part of that group again, just wishing. But I see through that masquerade of empty smiles. I hear things, and understand them better than others. somehow, I sense the hidden meanings in simple words. One of the perks of being a wallflower, I guess.

I must say, I was most surprised when you asked me how i'm doing. Amazed by the fact that you talked to me, It caught me off guard. Two months, Two silent months and a sudden hello. But that didn't last long, in fact it was over before it really even started. There were things I wanted to ask, but I didn't have the courage to open my chest of words. Have you thought about me, us? How often? How much? Do you still hate me? You said to me that: "I don't hate you, I just don't care". I don't believe that, I could see it in you, The hatred, it suits you. I have to admit That I still miss you sometimes, And it breaks me. But it's okay, it

I was born a liar and a liar I will stay Nothing will change the things I've done, or the things that I will say. I can't tell the truth for it is unknown to me, like it is to you. How could one speak the truth, when all he has ever known is lies? he has lied to himself so many times, he started to believe his own lies. I lied, and I'm sorry but I will lie again. after all, I was born a liar and a liar I will stay.