I SHOULD WATCH WHAT I SAY
I've a long tongue, LIKE A POISONOUS SNAKE, All the words are gone, I WON'T TAKE THEM BACK My mouth must be sewn up, IT BRINGS LOTS OF PAIN, I can't keep control, I SHOULD WATCH WHAT I SAY Yes I know my personality's awful, HERE I SHARE YOUR HATE, I feel guilty, but still I have a raw soul, GUESS IT IS TOO LATE TO CHANGE, IT-IT IS TOO LATE... To be born and then to suffer is a vicious cycle, I felt it on my flesh, whatever you say, I won't buy it, I would go crazy less quickly if I lived isolated on an island, Although I think I wouldn't stand being in total silence, RIP OUT MY TONGUE, STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU DON'T WANNA GET HURT, BETTER LISTEN TO ME, I WAS BORN IN A HEARSE, I WAS JUST UNLUCKY, I DON'T THINK IT'S A CURSE, U-U-U-U-UHHHH... I am grateful to my parents for everything, I'm afraid to imagine who I'd be without 'em, Mom and dad, you have never been my enemy, I've always been happy with my family, I'm ashamed of all the nasty things I said, It still turns inside my belly and my chest, I admit thinking that I was alone was a mistake, I was foolish with no experience and young, I have changed, I ain't like that anymore, I'M NOT THE SAME, I HAVE CHANGED... Uhh... I love you mom and dad...
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