My veins fill with rage.
These people in my sight,
Faces from a million places,
Make my heart want to fight.
The wish of another
To be by my side,
I guess that now i know
I have nothing left to hide.
Get it out in the open,
Let all who care inside.
My plea for peace;
To fill my heart,
To be normal,
Should all be made clear.
Now that all can hear me
Do any really care?
They didn’t care before
But i never let them near.
Open arms, open heart
That can’t be the cure.
Only one can cure this sickness
Maybe two,
The one of old,
Or the one of new.

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