I don't need those people,
I don't need those people,
They talk all bad about me,
Near those people is a bad understanding,
I never want to see those people,
Even their pictures are haunting me,
Thinking of my own accord,
There are many reasons that I need the sword,
I have been blistered and hurt,
Thinking that my life is not for them,
It is my own accord that Iam living,
Living that I may see grace and mercy from above.
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