So much in me wants to get out,
So much in me wants to hide
I think I am worst than Jekyll and Hyde.
My blood rushes in,
The current is pulling,
Tides are high.
I cannot understand myself.
How can I stand myself?
I am being eaten by my own sorrow,
trying to be my own hero.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
So much in me wants to get out,
So much in me wants to hide
I think I am worst than Jekyll and Hyde.
My blood rushes in,
The current is pulling,
Tides are high.
I cannot understand myself.
How can I stand myself?
I am being eaten by my own sorrow,
trying to be my own hero.
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