This madness
As a child I grew up lost and confused
Scared to choose a side
Tormented with the violence
The madness grows more and more inside of me
Spreading like a virus
Arguments in the past haunt me
They roll like a movie film inside my head
I close my eyes and try to fight back
I try to find myself in this clutter
Find hope
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