high under a spell not thinking about life in a cell but in my heart where love dwells, it's like my soul is cought under a cracked shell for each time my tides arrive I look so happy but dieing on the inside, so much tears to cry not a beauty for big eyes just turning red no wounds applied but yet they swell in my head it's just silent dreams again such wise words they tell but only if I could hear them, please just say when "I plan to start all over again"counting from one to ten I'm feeling angry in my head thinking of times when I was happy now it's just sadness in my head......
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