too many weeds in the flowers too many pills in the pharmacy now too many bugs in the shower there's too much shit in the air we breathe now
there's too much anger inside me there's too much scarring when i bleed there's too much therapy i need there is no god that i have seen
there's too much doubt in my mom's words there's too much fear in the way she sees life i wonder if i'm just like her i wonder if i can make myself right
you try to help you listen well you cannot change the way i see
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