It is is it? It was was it the purple paint running through my veins trying to burst out ripping the flesh scaring the body bleeding the hate, why oh why burden my burden should you be mine following me behind trying to block me out, on ma shoulders I carry you, on ma head you worry me, sleepless night, until morning light haunting till day break bites, crying rain drops from an empty cloud, drowning in the tears, the fears coming like forget me nots, knots tied hands, noose in my nose, heavy a laden laid, i bottle it all and drink my own pain...and vomit at your feet....Jesus set me free.
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