You give and you take it all away.
So tell me how, and how its supposed to be; to break the spell.
Hear me out, This life's not right for me.
At least for now.
When one breaks through, you see things new. And don't look back no more.
Now what's it take to walk away. I'm losing this faith.
How does this work?
To slowly pry the moving parts, the gears and what steers, the walls that bind me to the floor. And what's more, my tongue is ripped of all discourse.
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