I've got anger issues
And I've just run out of tissues
My tear ducts have gone dry
Brain boils then starts to fry
It's too hot
too loud
You're too slow
Not my crowd
This world is not for me
An apple of a different tree
Finding where will be
The peace of eternal tomorrow
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
I've got anger issues
And I've just run out of tissues
My tear ducts have gone dry
Brain boils then starts to fry
It's too hot
too loud
You're too slow
Not my crowd
This world is not for me
An apple of a different tree
Finding where will be
The peace of eternal tomorrow
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