I for so long been binded by chains / Chains of doubt, I have been in prison / prison of the mind, refuse to change from indulgence of a moment.
The comfort zone dented the image of sadness / struggle, the ghost had a prolong sleep in me, the bitternesss tend sweet in taste / the ghost had a prolong sleep.
The awakening of Ghost in me strikes / the sweet tend bitter, the return of reality infiltrated / the keys to unlock chains of the mind finally, refuse to allow comfort zone / the thief to determine my future.
The image of happiness on the face full of black spots return / denting the image of sadness cause by false comfort of the moment / the awakening of the ghost in me.
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