I’m all alone.
Drifting in the wind,
Have lost all hope.
Up in the air, floating along, All I want, is to belong.
Free but trapped, tied up in knots,
Along I glide with the pain inside.
I tried and I cried, Where does it all end?
I ascend and descend, And try to mend.
I fall back down,
I’ve flaked away,
The mask has been broken, And I’m all open.
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