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Silently Cried Inside

I feel pretty lonesome inside me
My feelings are much like the sea
Please, forgive me for all of my sins,
Lord of Accord, I will throw them down
Inside garbage bins…
Oh oh ohhhhh oooooohhhh 

I feel less than human…
I feel less than a man…
Where do I begin?
Where have I been?

So lonesome inside my skin
So lonesome inside my skin
Deep within, yeah, deep within
So buried under by my abominations
It’s getting me frustrated with such vanity
And awful sensations!
And awful sensations!
So darn lonesome…
I’m not handsome…
I’m feeling ugly inside…deep inside, I have cried
I know I can’t get through this deep, darksome tide
Deep, darksome tide…
So deep…inside

There’s a storm inside my dead-inside eyes
There’s a sea inside that are filled with lies
Please, forgive me for all of my sins,
Lord of Accord, I will throw them down
Inside garbage bins…
Oh oh ohhhhh oooooohhhh 

I feel less than human…
I feel less than a man…
Where do I begin?
Where have I been?

So lonesome inside my skin
So lonesome inside my skin
Deep within, yeah, deep within
So buried under by my abominations
It’s getting me frustrated with such vanity
And awful sensations!
And awful sensations!
So darn lonesome…
I’m not handsome…
I’m feeling ugly inside…deep inside, I have cried
I know I can’t get through this deep, darksome tide
Deep, darksome tide…
So deep…inside

The sun will come out soon
No reason to doubt the moon
Afternoon has drawn near
Feels like I’m left with fear
Isn’t this brilliant?
I feel insignificant…
See me no doubt
Please hear me out 
Can’t you see the tears in my eyes?
Lost for many years 
And left with ignored cries

Please, forgive me for all of my sins,
Lord of Accord, I will throw them down
Inside garbage bins…
Oh oh ohhhhh oooooohhhh 

I feel less than human…
I feel less than a man…
Where do I begin?
Where have I been?

So lonesome inside my skin
So lonesome inside my skin
Deep within, yeah, deep within
So buried under by my abominations
It’s getting me frustrated with such insanity
And awful sensations!
And awful sensations!
So darn lonesome…

I’m painfully handsome…
I’m not feeling ugly today…deep inside, I won’t cry
I know I can get through this hardship, I can’t deny

Silently…cried…inside! Deep inside...

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Emile Pinet Date: 9/8/2018 8:54:00 AM This is written a man who has felt love, fear, grief, guilt, pain and dismay sift through his fingers like the sands of time. An interesting prospective on how sometimes life seems so non-responsive to our needs that we seek answers within ourselves. Guilt is a dark mistress to take to sleep with you, She can paint the darkest thoughts within your soul. A somewhat surreal over the edge mixture of emotions that speak of discontentment within the author's interpretation of self. Login to Reply J.W. Earnings Date: 9/15/2018 2:02:00 AM Nice interpretation of my epic verse. :) Awesome details and very accurate. Have a wonderful weekend~