My mind is locked,
filled with thoughts,
things that bother,
the one or the other,
set it free,
and don't be me,
cause my mind is too mad to cover.
Oh, how I try,
to make you fly,
make you come,
and be my one,
things interrupt,
I won't give up,
The war is not yet won.
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