Nothing ever stops all these thoughts, And the pain attached to them, Sometimes I wonder why this is happenin', It's like nothing I could do, Would distract me when, I think of how I shot myself in the back again, 'Cause from the infinite words I could say, I Put all the pain you gave to me On display, but didn't Realize instead of setting it free, I [Took what I hated and made it a part of me]

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