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There's a sadness, that hides under my sincere smile.
I am breathless. When you look at me, see, I'm on fire.
This is hopeless... I'm descending into illness.

And it chills me to the bone.
Even when you're gone I'm not alone.
I'm never alone.

I'm feeling, painfully the crack in my own shell.
With every passing day it gets harder to tell
Where the illness stops, and where I begin.
I sadly know, this isn't about to end.

I am frigtened, I hear I'm called by the black hole.
My grip tightens, I know I am losing my soul.
Can I fix it ? Together can we solve it ?

Tell me I'm not to far gone,
That I'm not a fool for holding on…
Do I have to hold on ?

I'm feeling painfully the crack in my own shell.
With every passing day it gets harder to tell
Where the illness stops and where I begin.
Should I promise : « This isn't how it ends » ?

Deep within my twisted body, I made myself a home.
And it's a place where no one can enter : I'm aching on my own.
I'm just being on my own.

I'm feeling painfully the fracture in my shell.
With every passing day it gets harder to tell...
Will the illness stops and will I raise again ?
I can't promise this isn't how it'll end.