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Scratch Me Soul Out Now! (Hurry It's Burning!)
They want me to fail So they can laugh and mock me They want me to cry in anguish every night Just so they can mock me I walked aroun givin' my hand to people And in return seek the day when a knife down Deep past my spine into core Burned with passion of "I'll never forget" So this day I still wait for hell- fired tongues Plead for drops of water They want me to hate how I was created 21 years turnin 22 I have scoured this earth Only to gather dissapproval I turned my head away from the storm Yet the hurricane put me in the middle He wants me to be angry with him... God that is, he knows how I wished Many switching moons and gassed stars ago How I hated the way he molded Others demeanor to me Unwrapped turmoil, and buried me alon wit it They want me to moan ... OHHHHH!!!!!!!! God ! how I hurt so bad Now even you I disappointed in stress It's breakin down my soul And I watched it dance away to the Devil's palm They want me to hate me But too late! I already do
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