This thing it won't go
will not leave my head
just try as i might
it swells up instead
damned cursed lot
that's dragging me down
like mazes in games
I know there's an out
stand out there and yell
if you give me a damn
perhaps I'll see clear
if you'll just give a hand
the misery
I hate it
like everything else
stop kicking you say?
in my panic and pain?
like the knot of a noose
I'm digging my grave
"well I can't control"
I curse to myself
easy for you
from up on your shelf
do you know that i know
I do it myself
my anger's not spent
I don't want to come out
doing that would expose
my bitter lament
get out of my face
my anger's not spent
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