I've got this thing in me
It's mean and it's cold
It's because of this thing
My soul originally got sold
And I'm sorry you have to see it
That you have to feel it's sting
Forgive me, I beg
I don't control this thing
If I try to play nice
All of the time
It builds up until
It can steal all that's mine
This thing, it hurts me too
I don't like it at all
It's bitter and cynical and hatful
And it drives you up the wall
I'm sorry it's there
That it lives and it breeds
That it's hard and uncaring
That it makes your heart bleed
I tried to get rid of it
But it only took more control
I can't help it, I swear
It kills me...but without it, I'm unwhole

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