If you can see something’s caused it,

Then it makes sense to feel pain.

But everything just twists inside

And it’s lost all meaning again.

If I can’t figure why I’m broken,

Then I’m trying to heal in vein.

And not knowing all these feelings,

Well, it’s driving me insane.

I just like anger, rage, and fury;

They’re the ones I can name.

The End

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