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Jan 2012
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I have a problem
With being belidgerent
I have no scruples
with hurting the innocent
Now I'm not a monster
but I've never been a saint
I'm going crazy
with my heart on a string

I  miss this comfort
that I had
I miss the feeling
of feeling bad
I shot my temper
with a .49
I have gone crazy
thinking I'm divine.
Written by
Evan Robbins
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