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The venom inside

turned me into the enemy.

Turned into what I hate,

my apathy got the best of me.

Blood boiled and lost my way!

I never thought I'd be the one to blame,

have to live with constant shame

and verything that I put inside

just to feel numb.

I tried to escape, push it away,

tried to hide the venom inside.

I tried to escape, push it away,

tried to hide the venom inside.

This was nothing but moral abuse,

guess I just needed something new.

What could I gain from solitude

or acting like a fool?

I tried to escape, push it away,

tried to hide the venom inside.

I tried to escape, push it away,

tried to hide the venom inside.

Disconnected, apathetic,

it's so pathetic to be this frantic.

I needed help, I needed help

like methadone for an addict.

I tried to escape, push it away,

tried to hide the venom inside.

I tried to escape, push it away,

tried to hide the venom inside.