When i was a young child,
My thoughts were ever so mild,
Under control and not causing trouble,
Now I'm stuck in my own bubble,
Living a lie,
Probably until i die,
I tell myself it's all in my head,
As I lie in my bed,
So scared to move,
So i try to calm and sooth,
Afraid of the bullets that may be shot,
That may make me lose all i've got,
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