It's not like I wanted something new.
I want something old.
I want that relief
that can only come after a purge.
I'm hungry, but I'm not in the mood for eating.
My fingernails are growing, but I'm not in the mood for trimming them.
And the person I tought I could count on,
is dead.
What am I now? Just something between what I used to be and what I am going to be.
"I don't need no arms around me.
I don't need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No. Don't think I need anything at all.
All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall."
*.log - home
*.mp3 - Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall (Part III)
*.txt - none
*.iso - none
*.dvd - none
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