Control
Sometimes I think I'll die before anyone understands me
I don't want to be alone,
but I cannot control time
Nor can I control any outcome coming my way
The most deadliest belief is believing you have control over your life
You will burn youself from the inside out because of it
In the end, everything chnages
Nothing gold can stay
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