Stigma
Wipe my mind and memory
If I'm blind, I know I'll see
I don't want to know
I can't let it show
This stigma torturing me
Lying on my back at night
Cowering for fear of fright
I can't let it go
Can you let me know
Everything will be alright?
For too long I've held my tongue
All my songs are left unsung
I want to let it go
I need to let them know
Am I cursed or just too young?
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