Not like them
This cold and empty feeling
belongs to me
I wish you would have done unto others
as you would done to me
You tainted my soul
With the color of pain
I'm on the verge of breaking down
Going insane
Gotta stay focused
Gotta stay clean
I promise not to be like them
Never be mean
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