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My fingertips are like matches Everything I touch Catches on fire If you need a arsonist I'm available for hire My mouth is like a gun Every word I speak Is like a stray bullet Hitting a innocent bystander I feel like running off Changing my name Moving to a different state I feel trapped I have to escape I feel like I'm the problem Maybe if I leave I won't be the scapegoat For every little problem I'm beyond tired of feeling this way I feel so misunderstood I feel so alone I don't want to be the Problem Child no more
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
Problem Child
My fingertips are like matches Everything I touch Catches on fire If you need a arsonist I'm available for hire My mouth is like a gun Every word I speak Is like a stray bullet Hitting a innocent bystander I feel like running off Changing my name Moving to a different state I feel trapped I have to escape I feel like I'm the problem Maybe if I leave I won't be the scapegoat For every little problem I'm beyond tired of feeling this way I feel so misunderstood I feel so alone I don't want to be the Problem Child no more
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
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