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Its cold where i sit, inside my deep heart

i suppress this rage with a full liquor beat start

down it, and let it drain

it keeps me warm for a few short minutes

while emotions run through my veins

i cant seem to say much more

it seems like ive been saying the same thing over n over

but its like a broken record

and a last beaten man

begging for his life

on the floor of his open hand

i repeat myself to this notebook

to this pen

the ink it spills

the same words over again


because these words of wisdom

the ones that kill myself inward and lie

they lie to you

to me

its the hypocrisy from these words that burn my soul

God ive prayed to you

your next to me

and i feel your tug

stop teasing me

and just bring me towards your sea


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