tortured
Tortured in the fate of my eternity
What’s right are wrong I must see
I need to believe there’s still a chance
To console the thoughts that’s been trying to pass
Suffering in this painful gas
Thrown on me like im a peace of trash
Locking up that painful stash
Burning in my pocket like fire at its mass
Looking for the truth
But somehow searching the wrong way
Cant control whats eager to come out of me
Lost in the path of injustice grief
Holding my tongue at the tip of my teeth
Trying to find my righteous self
Between all this hate and responsibility
I need some help cant you see.
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