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Morning Regrets

No more doormatting
This I chant, inside my jailed up brain
Let them know your thoughts inside
The truth doesn�t lie, but sure does bite
Shout it out! Shout it out!

I let my feelings go
In a sacrilegious manner
It felt nice to see such fire from me
Less nice staring at the aftermath
Of my destruction
Curse remorse.

I didn�t recognize myself this morning
Even the mirror, looked surprised
Those profane words I spit last night
Don�t look pretty this morning
The truth doesn�t lie, but sure does bite..

Put them back.. put them back..