My shame, is self served
Again, I'm self cursed
You know, that misfortune will find its way
You know, everyone has their own plague
And you hate, the way people show their fake
And you hate, but you won't ever take

The real reason, why talking is immune to you
The real reason, your sky is never blue

Anger, sometimes possesses you
Don't cry, stay with what you know is true
I know, strength is your weakest virtue
I know, but did i ever really know you
And I hate, when things don't go my way
And I hate, when you never want to take

The real reason, why talking is immune to you
The real reason, your sky is never blue
 
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