Sometimes I come charging...
You try to stop me at your heart's door...
But you still find me barging...
You use your anger as your shield...
You try your best not to yield....
But it's you against you that I wield....
One is happy one is sad....
One says I am good...
The other labels me as bad....
You tussle grapple judge accuse....
To love me or to hate me...
You really try hard to choose....
And I stand at the walls of your defence....
And I laugh at the masks of your pretence....
And when the final hour comes calling...
I see all your high walls falling....
No, I dont use force or fear....
All I do is pit you against your own tears....
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