In my left hands i carefully hold
I bottle more than H2O
In my right i hold my fate
of my life its self with all its hate
I tighten my grip and think of all nights
how i sit and cry and say its all right
the hands of devils grabbing my hands
Bringing my down as fast as quicksand
Slowly im deepening my big black hole
darkening my life my heart and soul
how every one thinks i can not succeed
oh these feelings what can they be...
 
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