Working it out
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Eyes that fall upon me- Their weight pushing me to the ground
Eyes becoming steely hands, now tightening their grip around my neck.
Stolen breath, I can't make a sound. I'm here for my appointment; yet, nowhere am I found.
Gotta release this tension, suspension
Got a feeling in my soul of retention,
Of anger, passion
Rolling around thrashing
Gotta let it go
Before I have to blow
And the pain gets to me
