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Bottled

Tears of poison
infiltraiting my soul
please God make it stop
I can't handle this anymore

Tears of blood
stream from my blue skies
For I hurt myself to prove
that I'm stronger then you
but oh baby
I am my own worst enemy

Tears aren't here
I'm past that point
broken and abused
I'm the useless toy soldier
at the bottom of the pile

But when I rise
honey you better hide
for too many tears
have been
bottled inside




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