My Secret Prison
This is my way of self-deceit
What should be clear is blurred
Few people know, no one cares
This is me alone, trying to figure who I am and who I will be become
This is me pretending that this is what I need
God won’t take it away; instead I’m locked in my secret prison
If I only I could take the memories back, to forget about all the times I fell
But it has always been just me and my prison.
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