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Rocking back and forth,
spinning round and round,
jumping up and down,
Out of control.
In spite of control,
disobeying authority,
depressing minority,
gaining no freedom,
out of control.
Ive lost my identity,
forgotten who I want to be,
crying about what I've become...
out of control.
im out of control.
tired of excuses.
Feeling more useless,
Destructions producer...
i want to my old life back when I had— self control.
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