CONFINED
Maybe if I smile
it might take a while
for my-...
to help me now.
CONFINED AND LOST...
Series of events
set of tools
in cold blood
they call out
they're just two-faced
CONFINED AND LOST...
Running from the sahdows
they don't see me though
it's all history,
to you
but you judge my story.
CONFINED AND LOST...
Masks everywhere,
fakeness everywhere
but my mask is soon
breaking...
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