It's time to say goodbye to the person I once was
In the palm of the hand held out to me
I turned the key in the lock of a little box
The bends in the road that I thought I knew
Each time I filled my cheeks with all those wounds and pain
In me, the envy and the passion
And the cold and the light
And the rejection and the hope
Knotted in my heart; I couldn't stand it
I screamed
This sweet, flowing, black emotion is like chocolatl
All my ideals are already burnt to ash
The word "weakling" won't stop ringing in my ears
I'm spilling over, full of myself
Find me
I Scream Chocolatl
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