When I look at myself in the mirror, I am
in shell of horror
Sometimes I feel my heart will explode,
every ringing bell gives me a road
Sometimes the world becomes gloomy, and I
try to find the actual me
I smell the man trying to kill, letting the
silence to fill
Sometimes I feel dreams to be reality, I
cry for mercy and pity
Then I turn, I open my eyes, I find nobody
around
Was it the truth or a gloomy dream? Was I actually
going to scream?
Still thoughts put up in a maze, pounding,
surrounded by haze
Life has become tangled braid
Can I come out of it?
Can I be free?
Can I live my life without being afraid?
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