Another day another year somehow,
holding onto this negativity.
The cynisim is growing the need
for the pressure to release is banging on my door.
I cling on only for others
yet the pain is all mine

Another day another year somehow, holding onto this negativity. The cynisim is growing the need for the pressure to release is banging on my door. I cling on only for others yet the pain is all mine
Another day another year somehow,
holding onto this negativity.
The cynisim is growing the need
for the pressure to release is banging on my door.
I cling on only for others
yet the pain is all mine
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