I can feel the sorrow build inside my mind. The purpose exists at the price I had to pay.
Freedom! Freedom!
Is this the life I had to live? I pretend there's nothing to complain about. Am I locked in a circle that can't be broken? Or is it just a paled, empty dream?
The vault is closing in and I can't breathe. It feels like I'm underwater and I can't swim.
Is this the life I had to live? I pretend there's nothing to complain about. Am I locked in a circle that can't be broken? Or is this just a paled, empty dream?
Is this the life I had to live? I pretend there's nothing to complain about. Am I lost in a circle that can't be broken? Or is this just a paled, empty dream?