Twisting tongue Fallen off the edge again Need some space Need disgrace Im confused Im a maze I need for you to pick me up, when I fall down Theres so much more We can go far But I cant control my selfish ways Enter tragedy, slash my soul Why is it a part of the plan? Do you question me? I question you Whos the man in front of me? Im blindfolded, I cant see Need a reason, Im left empty Theres so much more, we can go far, But I cant control my selfish ways This inner apathy, brings me to life I know its strange and its draining me Im tired, Im fed up, Im a Slave
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