TRAPPED
I’m inside the labyrinth
It’s like King Minos built it for me
Perfectly designed for me
Just for me, me alone.
I don’t know which part I am
Neither the directions of it
Nor where to go
Trapped, jailed, no way out
Living here is not living at all
Day begins, day ends
Sitting here, standing there
Until your tears get dry
I tried hard, I tried harder
I even tried the hardest
But nothing happens
I gave up; I always end up going to nothing
So I started to wonder
Why am I here?
Why the hell I’m here?
Am I the monster?
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