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.
When you tell me it gets better- You are a liar. When you say I am perfect- You are a liar. When you inform me you understand- You are a liar. When you when you close your eyes and be- You are finally free.
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