Taken from Foamy the Squirrel.
For years this soul has scarred itself raw
For internal wisdom and a mind in a war,
Personal triumph to personal loss,
The selling of morals for the price of their cost.
These arts of mine wrecked from personal flames
There's nothing to lose, Nothing to gain.
For these stories of mine fall on deaf ears,
Personal trauma, hopes and the fears.
A baring of soul is not needed these days
For there's more to this world than personal pain.
So burn it away and cast it aside,
For we all live short on limited time.
Cleanse yourself clean before a mental decease
The weight of our baggage makes us crawl on our knees.
So leave this behind before it burdens the soul,
Nothing is necessary, that's all one need know.
Feel the removal of desire and shame
It's the key to rebirth in a world slightly sane
We are what we are and our being must breathe,
So i leave this behind to start something clean.
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