I am not accustomed to these feelings that control me
I am not acquainted with this hatred, where's the old me?
I don't wanna talk about the ways I need to come clean
I just wanna unleash what's inside and try to speak free
Haven't read the truth from the word in a few days
Every time I see it on my desk I tend to stray away
Like if I open up to find the truth, I'll jump on a train
And if my destinations heaven then I'll be okay..
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