This room is always dark.
But today i must remark,
Whatever's pouring through my window's ignited a spark.
Everything's too bright.
Eyes not adjusted to the light,
When you're born n' raised inside a hole nothing ever seems right.
Usually i'm silent.
But now i'm getting violent.
My thoughts have never scared me any more than they are now.
I swear i was a pacifist.
But i might just be a masochist.
I need to rinse my mind but i see no way or how.
I don't want to fight you.
'Cause i'm pretty sure i like you.
Conscience won't tell me not to,
So there's nothing i can do.
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