burn
left here alone can't sleep appetite gone can't eat just can't stand all that I'm feel n where did I lose touch with my inner b n days have turned to weeks than in 2 months trying to get out these flames with the Moss as they were I was drawn in once you burn them all where is your friends I'll let you down made you cry I'm on the ground asking Lord why
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