refrain

 If I could write or speak like your favourite

preacher or writer, would you be here?

If you were in my place would you make a fine speech better than the one you've heard?

The world is arguing in my head this is the only way to shot them up

but come on, I want you to try again

if I have clean hands, I'll grow stronger but if they're dirty, I'll try to wash of them off,

if only I know they're dirty

yet if I write and speak, my pain is not relieved

and when I refrain, it does not go away

who will I blame for that, if I do not understand why I'm here

thank you

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