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It tears me up inside

to think of what I've become

There's no where to hide

I've come undone

tears fall down my cheeks

my soul forever reeks

rage and regret peaks

my soul forever reeks

I want to take down this wall

this hellish hole of hate

I want to burn it all

it can't be too late

it can't be too late. . .