Looking back, It all makes sense.
All by myself, I built a giant fence,
And everything I Love.
It has no point, but I built in the sand.
The harder I worked, The weaker I am.
What I didn't want.
Stop, I shouted, but I never could,
My life is a repeditive clichè,
If I could change, I defenatly would,
But on my own,
By myself, and all alone
I close my eyes, I am so lost,
I've lost my mind, Just the thought,
I couldnt breathe, just the sight,
And I died, just from it all...
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