pain
Itās not a pinch, stab, or prick.
Itās not pain that can be caused by a stick.
I need a wall around my heart,
I donāt need another painful start.
you put me in a cart,
And took me on a crazy ride.
now I hurt on the inside
but that was your plan all along
It awoke my mind with a gong.
even though youāre gone
I lock my door at night
Iāve now learned what paranoia means
Itās something that works beyond the scenes.
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