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Those songs are like my rescue

Those songs are like my rescue
I give you all my hate
Keep this with you and do me
A favor before it’s too late
Put that away from me
I am so plenty of it
This is not how I want to be
Tell me that it’s finished
I can go now and be free
I have some visions
That makes me sick and angry
And all those invasion
Are the pictures of my enemies
I tend to keep calm
But I don’t want any longer
To pretend that I’m alright
I have to spit my anger
I need to be free
I have to figure out
Let me know what to do
It is leaving me now
Those songs are my rescue