I can never close my eyes,
Can never turn my back,
Can never not look over my shoulder
It's a funny thing is
GUILT
I can never be carefree
Can never completely enjoy
Can never be reckless
It's a funny thing is
PARANOIA
I can never make a friend
Can never give myself
Can never take
It's a funny thing is
SECRECY
I can never be myself
For fear of being revealed
Because my past haunts me
It's a funny thing
It is.
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