From right,
To the light.
We’re running out of time,
To find our way out.
You can’t get a hold of this,
Nor hold me back.
I'll show you the path,
And blood you wont quench.
You’re left in this box,
Only feel these walls.
Sometimes I wish you misplaced,
To feel this release.
You know you can’t hide it,
The beast you let go.
And you psycho fit
Is about to blow.
You’re going to keep getting it,
Being pushed around.
You can’t handle this pain,
A bullet sounds.
You’re happy
Their dead.
I tried to lend a hand,
You ignored what I said.
So now you pay the price,
To keep it held.
From reaching its zenith,
I swear I’ve seen it.
Only in myself.
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Submission Name: Psycho Fit
