There are bars on my window, they show me how trapped I am; they make me more worried; I just used to sit there sometimes and stare at them, the gaps between them, letting the slightest sunlight to filter through; but that wasn't why I started at the bars, they cast a shadow on me, I felt like I prisoner, I was a prisoner, I guess I still I am.
They still think I'm insane.
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Insanity
Romance❝ Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Choke, choke again I thought my de...
