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.
I feel myself blow away- I feel myself decay. I burn my fire- Fueled by ice And let them pass the day. And every morning I wake up- I try to find my way. With "blown away, lost girl" As all I let you say. I let myself fade to sky- As I walk farther into may.
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