Panic Attack
I was doing okay Ish in the day But I heard your voice And I had no choice If it were up to me You would let me be I'd be alone I wouldn't see you at home Everytime I see your name It feels the same I hate you For what you do You spoke so loud How is this aloud I want you gone At the crack of dawn You make me hate myself I'm like another book on the shelf I'm just someone to play with But this is not a myth I don't care who you are But touch me and your not getting far You’re going to jail And no one will pay for the bail
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