Mariath - Trim | Текст песни

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Where it came from
My secret identity?

All my actions are not subject to me,
They belong to him.

Get out from my head, come on!
Get out from my head, come on!
Get out from my head, forget me!
Get out from my head, come on, now!

And this day brought dire pain,
And "WE" knew it... too late...
Bane and pain, all that is left to me
But it's not a dream... My trim!

All my actions are not subject to me, not subject!
I throw myself on the wall!
Get out from head! Get out from head! Get out from head!
They belong to him.
I want to tell you "fuck u!".