Shackles o loneliness on my body,
Are now cutting into my flesh,
The blood pouring out,
Is painting them red,
Freedom isn't something that's on my mind,
It’s you and the pain inside,
The pain is brutal
And m losing myself,
There is nothing that I can do,
Just wait for you!
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Blinding lights,
Fading my vision.
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Deafening silence
Is it time yet?
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I am free after all
From disgrace and false praise
From everything
That never came
But I want to tell you that,
Everything out here bears a faint resemblance with you
The clouds
The stars
The angels
All of them remind me of you!!
