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Mar 2014
We call ourselves weak
close my eyes
I'm at my peak
My rage has reached the top
My reign won't ever stop
I'm screaming at the ground
Burn this place down
"I hope you didn't care
Little gay looking boy
Not okay little boy
They all spit the venom in your face little boy!"
I'm rising up
Higher than the highest high
Cuz I hit my lowest low
I lost that last relapse battle
We're all stuck with our salary
Listening just to call the fallacy
Don't climb the tree
Pull lies outta me
I'm done
Lost and gone
Back to the beginning
This is how I bleed
Call the end finality
Michael Kenneth Christian
Written by
Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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