And everytime I take a peek inside,
Into the depths of the ocean in my mind;
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Tied down to the anchor of anxiety,
Drowing is my shattered soul.
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And I find a cowardly silhouette lying
On a bed of hundreds of lies.
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Hiding behind the illusion of comfort,
She’s the real devil in disguise…
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The once transparent stream of thoughts
Is blurry from the black smoke
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Where did that young girl go
With carefree life and some million hopes
