VIII

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I don't know what to say
I don't know what to write
There's a storm inside my mind
Full of thoughts wondering what I did wrong
What I said offended you or I just embarrassed myself in front of you and your friends
Wishing on going back in time to change  that stupid small talk or even better not opening my mouth
Closing my eyes I see a spark of hope
Opening them I see none
That's what the world tells me
I'm trapped, I'm lost I don't know
Should I walk away, should I run cause I can't fly inside the storm


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