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sometimes i wanna cry but i can’t ’cause i need my concentration.
sometimes i should get drugged but i can’t ’cause i need my mind.
can’t lose my control, have to manage my own life at least.
how could i help if i need it myself?

i crash down with my head to my feet’s level.
can’t change that situation, standing between the lines.

it’s like my hands would be in chains and my feet stand in concrete.
caught in a cube of glass seeing all but no one hears me.
i know i’ll get tired of screaming but if i see a chance i’m still ready.

what could i say if my feet don’t feed the ground.