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A HOT STATE
A hot state
My head is in
Until I nearly boil over
My head is in
Until I nearly boil over
All these years
Not getting wiser
Only getting older
Not getting wiser
Only getting older
I keep my anger
Locked in a box
Terrified that it will open
Locked in a box
Terrified that it will open
Once it's released
Removed from my lips
I'm horrified by the words that I've spoken
Removed from my lips
I'm horrified by the words that I've spoken
So quick to heat
But still first to bleed
I festered deep in the womb
But still first to bleed
I festered deep in the womb
I grew in the fever
An emotional underachiever
A burden oft removed by the tomb
An emotional underachiever
A burden oft removed by the tomb
Soon then will come
Not a bridge left to burn
And I will be scathed and secluded
Not a bridge left to burn
And I will be scathed and secluded
No unmarked cheek to turn
You would think that I'd learn
To allude it's not me is deluted
You would think that I'd learn
To allude it's not me is deluted