Picking up this scattered mess, going back to the place I regret,
The garbage isn't gone, it's thrown against the walls,
Fear of giving in to a place I cannot go, fear of falling back into sinister ways.
Wonder what is left after I clean up this mess.
There's no peace at home when your brain cannot sleep, no silence when my children bound me with anxiety.
The garbage isn't gone, it's thrown against the walls,
Fear of giving in to a place I cannot go, fear of falling back into sinister ways.
Wonder what is left after I clean up this mess.
There's no peace at home when your brain cannot sleep, no silence when my children bound me with anxiety.
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