I lose control,
Asserting myself
At the expense of them,
at the expense of... you.
My battered soul
Out of breath
In a miserable flame
On the coals of my youth.
Burning... Myriad tries,
Pathetic attempts
As a reminder of all these passed by me lives.
Store only regrets...
Falling... Fall into the past
To cut lying tongue.
My mother told me that I mustn't be too fast,
to do right...
But I'm always wrong.
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Wrong
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