Hello psychologist, i've come here to talk.
There is a thing i need to figure out,
And please don't question me cause then i might walk,
And will not make out what it's all about.
It's my mentality or maybe my heart,
And i don't know if i am weak or strong.
When someone does me an injustice it starts,
Then i turn feeble and my drive is gone,
'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances.
And I start feeling sorry for myself.
And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears.
When my anger starts to cry,
What is the reason that I crumble and sigh?
That I don't dare to be the angry one?
The thought of hurting someone just makes me cry,
So I avoid opposing anyone.
When my anger starts to cry
I feel like a bull in a big arena
With matadors profiting from my death
I know what's to come is distress and pain
As I feel their agitated breath
I'm being scam over and over again
I'm just trying to hide my fright
I know that my passivity will cause me pain
But still I don't dare to fight
'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances
And I start feeling sorry for myself
And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears
When my anger starts to cry,
There is a thing i need to figure out,
And please don't question me cause then i might walk,
And will not make out what it's all about.
It's my mentality or maybe my heart,
And i don't know if i am weak or strong.
When someone does me an injustice it starts,
Then i turn feeble and my drive is gone,
'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances.
And I start feeling sorry for myself.
And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears.
When my anger starts to cry,
What is the reason that I crumble and sigh?
That I don't dare to be the angry one?
The thought of hurting someone just makes me cry,
So I avoid opposing anyone.
When my anger starts to cry
I feel like a bull in a big arena
With matadors profiting from my death
I know what's to come is distress and pain
As I feel their agitated breath
I'm being scam over and over again
I'm just trying to hide my fright
I know that my passivity will cause me pain
But still I don't dare to fight
'Cause I start feeling sorry for the nuisances
And I start feeling sorry for myself
And i start feeling sorry for this stupid situation that appears
When my anger starts to cry,
cry ...
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