"And at times I fight a war with myself.
It becomes hard to keep it all under control.
When passion turns to hatred and silence is the answer,
I scream a language inside my head.
I cant stand to be sitting beside you, you are the crawl
beneath my skin.
It hurts me to pretend that everything is fine and the look
on my face must give it all away.
I've never been one to fake anything -but this truth is
something I cant admit to.
So I stand here and I move on.
And I put up with this drain on my soul."
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