Count the context
Did it make sense?
Do you feel safer?
Hiding behind that fence
That fence is a guilt trip wire
The same wire you wrapped around my neck
Bleeding precaution
I'm a bloody wreck
This is who I'am
You'll never change me
You'll never be me
So stop all this nonsense
This is God's disease
When this lack of feelings feels so intense
I know the truth
God never wanted it to be this way
It's just the way things work out
It's just the night becoming the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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