There are times when I feel like
Being stuck in a glass box
I could easily break through the walls, but I hesitate...
"What if i'm bit strong enough?"
"What if the glass shatters and i hurt those outside?"
When did I become so scared?
Stuck in this glass Box. I hope that someone would break me out.
Sometimes I felt like that's not such a selfish things to hope for.
There are times when I see the me outside...
Fighting, risking it all for everyone else
I want to be there too... I hear myselft cry out too
And...
I can't do anything.
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