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I drown in my sorrow

praying for a better tomarrow

because everywhere I turn

I only see what has been burned

which leaves not much to see

and I feel hate rise inside of me

and I hate to feel that way

but theres nothing left to do or say

and nothing is left anymore

only whats been torn

This is how its left to be

this is my reality