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| Hollow When are you going to grow up and realize you are not God? You try to make my choices for me. You determine what path I must follow You judge every step I make! When I fall, you leave me alone to suffer! When I cry, you shine I am only a ghost of your form My feeling and soul vanished long I exist in shear pain and torment I wake every day to empty mirrors and hidden tears When I sleep, I live in nightmares and when I die, I will be alone, as in life. And I owe it all to you! So, when are you going to grow up and realize you are not God? |
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