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Hello psychologist, I've come here to talk |
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There is a thing I need to figure out |
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And please don't question me cause then I might walk |
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And will not make out what it's all about |
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It's my mentality or maybe my heart |
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And I don't know if I am weak or strong |
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When someone does me an injustice it starts |
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Then I turn feeble and my drive is gone |
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'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances |
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And I start feeling sorry for myself |
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And I start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears |
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When my anger starts to cry |
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What is the reason that I crumble and sigh? |
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That I don't dare to be the angry one? |
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The thought of hurting someone just makes me cry |
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So I avoid opposing anyone |
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'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances |
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And I start feeling sorry for myself |
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And I start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears |
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When my anger starts to cry |
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'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances |
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And I start feeling sorry for myself |
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And I start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears |
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When my anger starts to cry |
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I feel like a bull in a big arena |
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With matadors profiting from my death |
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I know what's to come is distress and pain |
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As I feel their agitated breath |
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I'm being scam over and over again |
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I'm just trying to hide my fright |
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I know that my passivity will cause me pain |
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But still I don't dare to fight |
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'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances |
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And I start feeling sorry for myself |
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And I start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears |
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When my anger starts to cry, cry |
