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Feb 2010
I felt the fury rippling inside

Trying to contain it was like holding back the tide

To unleash the wrath, the fury, the power,

to see my enemies beg on their knees and cower

I wanted it more than anything

No, right now I wanted it more than everything

I was tired of bottling it up

Tired of acting and playing the grown-up

I was through with being “mature”

Being myself I would much rather prefer

Than putting on a show

And trying to be someone I don’t know

If I added just one more thing to my load

I was sure I was going to explode

Nothing could stop me- I was going to blow

And I didn’t care what the destruction would look like tomorrow
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Etta James
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