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It's the colour of my voice
It's the weight inside my brain
This life was not my choice
Will you wash away the stains?
If we can only strike
The things within our sights
Keep your life that simple
To make it all seem right.

So what if I’m abrasive, angry and cold, you can’t change me.
I broke apart the average statue of mould, don’t you blame me.
You better sit down, shut up, do what you’re told, then you’ll see me
And realize we’re all made up of old souls, as we should be.

I see the reflection, it’s not a rendition of what I could be.
Another redemption about the affliction of the things I see.
Inside the addiction, allowing the fiction that’s engulfing me.