...you can gaze out the window get mad and get madder, / throw your hands in the air, say "what does it matter?" / but it don't do no good to get angry, / so help me i know / for a heart strained in anger grows weak and grows bitter. / you become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there / wrapped up in a trap of your very own / chain of sorrow…
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