i watch people i know
pass me by
Life is precious
But it makes me want to die
We have our own lives
and im traped in a box
i can't find a door
and the windows are locked
i see everyone i love
going and im the one in the box their ignoring
my days pass by
without any meaning
that fire in my life
is what ive been craving
i need to wake up that flame
that makes me live more
im scared its already lost
im traped in a box
i can't find a door,
and the windows are locked
im just here waiting
for someone to set me free
from the prision
ive conceived
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