Numb to the world , I wait for the very end , stressed just for breath , light another cigarette , just done with everything , I give another spin of this weird roulette , that we call life , but I am just a marionette , just a pawn ,just a mess , every choice I make , every path I take , is leading nowhere with the path I paved , bad companies , just vices and threads , I am shy and now I'm afraid , if this is what I wanted from the beginning of this shit , head leading forward , to the end of this rat race , with nothing more than sorrow , showed on my face , locking myself in the prison , locking myself in the cage , that I thought that I was free but in fact I never escaped.
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