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The most tender thing you've said to me is that i suffer from paranoia sometimes when i wish to kill i count from one to six hundred kilometers yet i fail to feel i sail to sea i fail to behave rationally and i fail to grip i fail to keep i fail to think about me "if i were able to hate perhaps hatred would bring me relief i ought to have a steel brow and a heart of stone" yet you failed to feel you sailed to sea you failed to embrace my insecurities and i failed to grip i failed to keep i failed to think about me Aus Songtexte Mania