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Recollections from the painful past
From the time when I was always last
So much response no stimulation
So much dreams no destination
Scapegoat...Liar
Those accusations set my fire
And the hatred is taking lead
I want your pride, not your greed


Misery rejects the care
Acridity everywhere,
But I still try to stand tall
You'd better listen to me;
Woe betide them all

Childhood, the wound will never heal
Every night I scream:
"Why can't I feel"
Mind discoloured,
My soul will be dissected
No one can tell cause and effect
Creature...In me
Finally I lost my credibility
And the hatred is taking lead
I want your pride, not your greed


Misery rejects the care
Acridity everywhere,
But I still try to stand tall
You'd better listen to me;
Woe betide them all


Misery rejects the care
Acridity everywhere,
But I still try to stand tall
You'd better listen to me;
Woe betide them all

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