So are we cool to be alone now
You just made solitude sound like freedom
And a talkative could just ask how
He has discovered his foolishness from wisdom
We are not free
Our hearts has been enburdened by ones deed
From present to the past
We are still finding how to heal
We move around here like we are free
But still bordered each time we sleep
The sons of men who have turned to a thief
Our treat smells around our sleeves.
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