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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I think it'll turn out fine When I think God's on my side Twisting in this humidity Forcing down humility So what now? Where do I head? Can it just be all said and done? Everyday you wonder why I open just to say goodbye Locking up my heart from you all So that I can never fall So what now? Where do I head? You know she ruined all I had won. I bow down Sold my soul to grief Self-titled honor among thieves Slice my sanity and Bow down Don't worry for me Soon I will be free They tell me to keep waiting And there's no time! Her twisted crime Left me to die And crying "why?" Symphony of screams from below Writhing in a pulsing rainbow Eternally knowing my life And smiling when she did her strife And what now? Where do I head? Time to know it's all said and done. I know you only want to help me Appreciated, but no please I understand your question "why" Because I'm itching for my last goodbye And what now? Where do I head? I don't want you to know. Don't want you to get your mind inside Just one more time and I might die Every time I try it out I end up in a bloody shout Oh, what now? Where do I head? And this place has nothing for me now. Criminals and slovenly scum Only thoughts of their's are their own No one's left at all and I stand Self-exiled to no man's land Oh, what now? Where do I head? There's no time for regrets now.
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