All signs point to you, fact or fiction you never knew. Extend the hand to feel the pain, heal the wounds to feel the shame.
Cold eyes, empty shell. Reliving your own inner hell, like a bird with broken wings, held back from so many things.
The promises always broken, left up to you I'm unspoken. Pull the strings that make you move, every thought you disapprove.
Refuse, reject, in silence reflect. Lose all control, inside your dead soul. Break through the wall, feel your skin crawl. Lies, emotions, feel the pain you will live it all again.
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