Vindictive
Morning has come the days are young my nights become
restless as my thoughts take control of every
movement I make in a vindictive way taking control of
every step that I make.
The pressure I feel has become overwhelming in my heart and
soul;Giving all that I have I keep fighting to take a stand
for my belief not dictating what would be at the end
of this path that I follow holding on strong to what
I feel is right.
Letting go of this vindictive in my heart keeping it warm instead of
cold as my mourning comes while my days are young as
my nights become restless as my thoughts takes
control of every movement i make in a vindictive way
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