They come from past to present
by day i become lost within it
my troubles are infinite,
the things ive done and seen
i keep getting cought inbetween
i become guilty by association
my troubles are infinite,
troubles, fears im surrounded by tears of indignity
i paint pictures with words of hostility
by day i become lost within it
my troubles are infinite.
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