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My heart is restless
My soul is in stress
My thoughts are hazy
My mind is crazy

When i saw you were like the most beautiful piece of art.
But now, I Don't Have The Same Feelings As I Did From the start.
I learned that your beauty is only as deep as your skin.
And that your soul is filthy and filled with sin.

I'm a slave to my own thoughts.
In a constant fight with the man in the mirror.
I couldn't count the times we fought.
He's always drunk of loves sweet liquor.
While i'm standing straight up tall and proud.
He never listens to any of my advice.
We can never talk without getting loud.
He wants to do whatever he wants but not pay he price.