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The only time I reach despair I stop complaining and play fair My selfishness and egoism Leaves me no space for realism Foolish dependencies, that built by me (are) Imaginary things, I see So ugly truth beneath the curtain This was not {censored}, I'm certain I'm pretty sure its selfish game Aimed to fill emptiness pain Attentionwhoring, that I hate Became my undesired fate You might think, that its just obsession My hopeless try reclaim old good posession But its not reason why I'm nice In case, when time to roll a dice I'm acting nice just 'cuz I want You're not a reason, its some sort Of that relation, what I want To be returned to my front I'm well to you just 'cuz I want it Nobody can deny it for me The only tragedy's ahead I simply cannot revive dead I said already, its not my plan But, even though it is not fun. I want to play this selfish game And lie myself, all's good again. I'll never make this desire true But will act like you're my only clue First part was wroten by my logic Another part left out of topic I dunno why I'm well to you But this accomplishment not your Nothing depends on you at all.