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The Inner Workings of Me


I’m in a dark room Nowhere to hide nowhere to go I turn around and you’re gone I’m all alone, I’m scared to death. I’m ready to jump off a ledge into My bed. I’m ready to let everyone See that inside of me is a twister a Monster on the loose Catch it and see the inter me I’m lost, scared, lonely, on the edge, Ready to crack… done, get to know me and You will see like isn’t all flowers And prettiness, it’s Hell broke loose inside My head
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