No

It burns, burns, burns, burns, burns.

And it makes my stomach turn.

 

And it aches, aches, aches, aches, aches.

And my hands begin to shake.

And my will begins to break

 

And it spins, spins, spins, spins, spins.

It’s the greatest of m sins.

It’s the fight I have to win.

 

I want to yell, yell, yell, yell, yell/

I want to let my hatred swell

Lose control just for a spell.

 

Just let go, go, go, go, go,

But that’s when I say no.

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