Gits (The)
Bob (Cousin O.)
awaken in a state, not my own the only thing that's real is that amongst these walls i whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul shutting out my conscience, but i think i know it hurts me to be angry it kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on a favor only goes to show there's not much in them you can hold Letras de cancionesawaken to the only fact that i've simply wasted chances, but i'm not yet to die and waiting for my temperament to calm maybe they can't hear the cracks behind these eyes. it hurts me to be angry it kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on a favor only goes to show there's not much in them for you to hold it starts to become something you can't touch but you can feel there's something else surrounding me it's not easy to see waiting on the chance i've got i hide behind these walls, i look through the cracks i see the same mistakes that i once made all that i can tell you is there is a price to pay it hurts me to be angry it kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on a favor only goes to show there's not much in them for you to hold
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