[ you're enchained by your own sorrowin your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
So the walls came tumblin' down
and your love's a blown out candle
all is gone and it seems too hard to handle ]
don't ask me what's wrong.
i myself dont have the answer.
i feel trapped.
by my emotional baggage.
and my constant worries.
what am i going to do?
what should i do?
you dont have to tell me to be afraid.
im already there


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