There is a monster inside of me
That cannot be contained
It awakens from its slumber
And writhes inside me
Its claws tear at the thin skin of my soul
It's curved teeth takes little bites out of my heart
Like needle-pricks on fingertips
On lip, on tongue, on cheek
That cannot be contained
It awakens from its slumber
And writhes inside me
Its claws tear at the thin skin of my soul
It's curved teeth takes little bites out of my heart
Like needle-pricks on fingertips
On lip, on tongue, on cheek
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