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Feelings of yesterday evening
Accusations fly like birds in the sky
Always guilty no matter what I say
Probably until the day I die
Then my body will be buried away
There are reasons to explain
Why I do what I do
Some things are hard to contain
It's scientifically true
I do not have excuses they are facts
To some my words do not carry much weight
So it's hard to relax
Sedate and medicate
The effort has always been made
Yet it never feels like it is ever enough
Good times just seem to fade
To survive in life you must remain tough
People see how I am, then point the finger at me
All the good I have done seems lost
Live life in my shoes, if only they can see
The damage done is beyond any bill with a cost
Alone in this room is where I shall be
No one can help and no one can soothe
Existing like this is a real tragedy
This will always follow me where ever I move
Always guilty no matter what I say
Probably until the day I die
Then my body will be buried away
There are reasons to explain
Why I do what I do
Some things are hard to contain
It's scientifically true
I do not have excuses they are facts
To some my words do not carry much weight
So it's hard to relax
Sedate and medicate
The effort has always been made
Yet it never feels like it is ever enough
Good times just seem to fade
To survive in life you must remain tough
People see how I am, then point the finger at me
All the good I have done seems lost
Live life in my shoes, if only they can see
The damage done is beyond any bill with a cost
Alone in this room is where I shall be
No one can help and no one can soothe
Existing like this is a real tragedy
This will always follow me where ever I move
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