When you can't move,
if you could, what would you do?
Loosing all time of happiness,
crossing paths with fate...
Did you ask for this?
When you climb up into your head,
will you learn to forgive?
To free yourself from the past
To choosing to walk on eggshells
Sticking to your abnormal ways
would supposedly ruin you
Your trapped in a tight crack
In it, it's pressure builds
capturing all your dreams.
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