My struggles


What's wrong with my brain?
All of this pain
Has made me insane
It's wrapped around me like chain
Oh what a complain
I always have to explain
That I want to cut my vein 
You're like cocaine 
Falling all around me like rain
I want to leave on a train
To my hometown Ukraine
Maybe then I will regain my brain
Maybe then I'll be a little less insane


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