(Bit)
(Indisponível)
I had a problem
It couldn’t be fixed
We had to sort it out
My feelings were all mixed
I know I’m better
Since this came along
Now I am peaceful
Hoping for a song
Back in the store room
Hidden with the lies
You can see my scapegoat
She just sits and cries
She has been used up
Abused by my way
But now, I am peaceful
Forget her in a day
I, have recovered
This, my inner self
I think that I’ll be fine now
So leave me on the shelf
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