Crush, break, become still,
This violence inside is making me ill.
I'd like to scream, I'd like to breathe
But God won't stand next to me.
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Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
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Crush, break, become still,
This violence inside is making me ill.
I'd like to scream, I'd like to breathe
But God won't stand next to me.
