Blind rage
Tears run do my blood red eyes
Time spent on moment less cries
Hurt deeply and nowhere to run
Repeating in my head "I'm almost done"
Shallow thoughts fill my mind
Lonesome impulses, almost forgot to rhyme
Playing games with thoughtless people
Thinking out load of cautious reason
Breaking the cycle that hurts me more
Blind rage just makes me sure
Fucked by people rotten to the core
Refuse to be in this place anymore
Pulse still high
Blood still boiling
Lost the fight, but won the war
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