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- Erratic words, the things I hate:
Am I to go, am I to wait?
The life containing something new
Is crumbling down leaving you.
Impervious fort with open gates:
Should I believe? Should I engage?
An intersection's holding me:
No way to leave, at least for free.
I want to claim this body mine
Obstruction reasons dried me up
The eyes are shut, they've made the best
Of finding myself one more sign.
You've passed this test, you're selfish too
If you aren't sure, I'll check my view.
My pressure is, your game is not
The part that will fit in my world.
The whole-world whore you are, they say
If I were smarter, than I am
I would destruct, than reassemble
Your strangely twisted mental veins.
But my suggestions have no worth
I've lost my head, to say in short
I can't believe, I'm coming in
And you are everything to me.
Everything to me
No doubt, I feel that I am the same
No lofty words, no special pain
I can agree - it's my mistake
But I can bear nothing fake.
And this position makes me strong
I'm better struggling anyone
But still my life have nothing new
It all fell down when I left you.
I want to claim this body mine
Obstruction reasons dried me up
The eyes are shut, they've made the best
Of finding myself one more sign.
You've passed this test, you're selfish too
If you aren't sure, I'll check my view.
My pressure is, your game is not
The part that will fit in my world.