So close, yet so far.
Separated by one mighty bar.
locked up, Locked out.
Caged, filled with doubt.
If hope can be sparked, I want none of it.
Lost, with no Mach to be lit.
Crying is just action. That makes you feel so empty. That makes you disappear. That makes you shut them out. That makes you hold it on. That makes you follow me down an ally. That makes you put on a mask. That makes you stop caring. That makes you so obsessed.
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