Burning House
Stuck in a burning house and I can't get out.
This is my hell, for the things I done; I don't deserve happiness.
I let everyone down.
In this burning house the flames consumes my mind,
I can no longer think straight. Day by day, I struggle with out a doubt
No one understands what goes through my mind
I have people I can turn to; will that's what they say.
In this burning house is what I call my life.
I want to put it out, and I thik I know how.
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