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Happening again
It’s plain to see your killing me
Kicking down the walls around
This heart of gold that’s grown so cold
Your anger taking control of you
I try to stop but I still see through
In my head its killing you
Nothing matters when it’s not gained
Nothing you do could put me through more pain
Its not like I’m living, I’m living in vain.