The Inside Of Me
Is Like... The Inside Of A Tree
Alive, But Yet Still Being Cut And Used
Am I Wrong For Being Me
Am I Wrong For Being With Thee
Or Is It Just Me
A Ray Of Light Flashing On Me
Is It Wrong For Feelin This Way
Is It Wrong That Where I Am I Don't Wanna Stay
Wats Wrong With Me
Am I Going Insane
Or Is It Just My Heart Trying To Sing
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