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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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