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Walls


In this place called my mind It's cold and dark I've built up these walls I let no one inside. I just won't be free I don't know were to go I've built up these walls So no one would know. If I told you You wouldn't love me the same I've built up these walls I've got no one else to blame. The pain in my heart Is rapidly growing I've built up these walls So know one would see. Someday I will step outside My comfort zone I've built up these walls One day they will come tumbling down.
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