Life in a Nutshell
I'm an empty shell of the person I used to be
I see everything, but my face never change
I'm trapped in my mind you can see it through my eyes
I am one of the walking dead, lifeless like always
Surviving but yet dying at the same time
I'm an empty shell of the person I used to be waiting, begging, praying that someone will let me free
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