The singe, the sting, the pain i bring,
I lurk in all the alley ways,
thinking back to decent days,
something I wish I could see soon,
like when the sun goes down and you see the moon,
It's not the same as it once was,
it sickens me, it does, it does,
this is why i am so mad,
this whole world is terribly bad.
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