Captive in my own skin,
I don't want to, but I'm here.
I have chains on my hands,
and thoughts, like sands,
are carried by the wind,
so you have sinned.
We're bad but you are worse,
like between white - black horse.
We all have false words and the smile,
we've come a thousand miles.
We all pretend and cut the hearts,
we like dark, we turn off lights.
We like rain and shinning stars,
but we break the jars.
I have pretend for the years,
I have hidden all the tears.
I have broken thousand souls,
and I am loosing all the crowns.
I lost title of the queen,
I am more false, than I ever be.





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