Sometimes there's this little voice in my head,
Telling me not to do that and this.
To keep me safe, out of harm's way,
Might seem like an angel's protection kiss.
...
Protected by it's blessing,
I'm lucky to be unharmed.
Protected by an unseen force,
Readily prepared and well-armed.
...
But life's is so boring.
I'm a lonely prisoner,
In a golden cage, I admit.
...
But I'll walk back to hell,
Face dangers with a smile.
Because whatever, just f*** it...
...
Living without pain isn't worthwhile.
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