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And you have torn yourselves to shreds,
And as they sit here with anger in their soul,
Resentment filling their head,
And with their spirit so shamefully low

They notice
They have left their chest wide open,
For everyone to pick at the remnants,
Of all the pieces of them that have been broken,
As they wave you through the entrance

And now
They have a pivotal question,
“Who are we really mad at,
Him or ourselves ?”
Because the situation is evident,
That they cannot place the blame on anyone but themselves!