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Stuck in a place, Darkness surrounds me. Don't know where to go, Something's taken from me.
Back into this weary chair, Basking under a gloomy light, The identity that I loose, Maybe stolen by these fools.
Sitting on a lone chair in the middle of the room, Thinking who's the real me among all these fools, If this ain't scary please take me, Far, far away from this insanity.
I'm helpless yet wanting to be saved, It's too late, I already disappeared, If it's me whom you seek, Then it's them whom you'll find.
Sitting on a lone chair in the middle of the room, Thinking who's the real me among all these fools, If this ain't scary please take me, Far, far away from this insanity.
They've taken me, already taken me, Why do you still see me indifferently?
