I ate a bagful of about 75 warning signs
Just ate ‘em right up
I lost 20 lbs from exhaustion
and sickness of the mind
Every day I wish
I had no heart and no soul
I had a child once
She was murdered in a fit of rage
I had such a grasp
of who I was but no longer
I need release
I need support
I need control
I need her far, far away
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
I ate a bagful of about 75 warning signs
Just ate ‘em right up
I lost 20 lbs from exhaustion
and sickness of the mind
Every day I wish
I had no heart and no soul
I had a child once
She was murdered in a fit of rage
I had such a grasp
of who I was but no longer
I need release
I need support
I need control
I need her far, far away
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