Fingers cut through the cloudy fog
Something's making me drag along.
All my years have passed... isolation,
Let me not drift into temptation.
Tired of asking the same questions
Every deleted memory creates tension
I should make peace with myself
Open up to the only world I kept safe.
Something's making me drag along.
All my years have passed... isolation,
Let me not drift into temptation.
Tired of asking the same questions
Every deleted memory creates tension
I should make peace with myself
Open up to the only world I kept safe.
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