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Loser

Song of the day;;

→ Trivium - The Heart from Your Hate


What will it take?

What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate?


It's easy to be right

When everything repeats

It's easier to cut us down and point at our defeat

It's easy to be right

When everything repeats

Dig below the surface, find your insecurities


Tell me

Maybe you were right

Maybe I was wrong

But I've been silent for far too long

Maybe you were right

Maybe I should go

But I've been silent for far too long


What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate?

What will it take?

What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate? (Hate)


To rip the heart from your hate (Hate)

To rip the heart from your hate


You always walk away

Soon, you'll have to face it

Your distance from reality

Won't bury or erase it

I tried to do the same

Living so complacent

But the problems wouldn't go away

So I turned around to face them


Tell me

Maybe you were right

Maybe I was wrong

But I've been silent for far too long

Maybe you were right

Maybe I should go

But I've been silent for far too long


What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate?

What will it take?

What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate? (Hate)


Maybe you were right

Maybe I was wrong

But I've been silent for far too long


What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate?

What will it take?

What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate?

What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate?

What will it take?

What will it take

To rip the heart from your hate? (Hate)


To rip the heart from your hate (Hate)

To rip the heart from your hate 

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Tänään oli aika kuuma ja muistutti mua siitä, miksi mä en tykkää näistä tosi lämpimistä keleistä; ei pelkästään insuliineista huolehtimisen takia, vaan sen, että jostain syystä mun jalkoihin (etenkin pohkeisiin) särkee kuumalla säällä tosi paljon. Välillä nukkuminen on tosi hankalaa sen takia. En tiiä yhtään, mistä se johtuu. Also en tiiä onko kyse mun omasta kädettömyydestä (ei olis ihme tbh) vai mistä mut jotenkin tuntuu että Blogger paskoo ihan vitusti nyt.

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