There's alway this glass, this screen, this wall
I can still feel the call
Fearful of the fall
Still I fight on, trying to break through
As bearers grew
I act the fool
With myself always in a dual
So no matter who wins
I will remain penned
I will remain dead
For my soul holds nothing but dread
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
There's alway this glass, this screen, this wall
I can still feel the call
Fearful of the fall
Still I fight on, trying to break through
As bearers grew
I act the fool
With myself always in a dual
So no matter who wins
I will remain penned
I will remain dead
For my soul holds nothing but dread
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