My Chest Is My Prison
My chest is my prison,
The room is so stuffy,
Unfair, for what reason
my soul is just nothing
for you, and it's ready to leave morbid chest,
I'd like to exclaim: fly, forget cruel past,
But thoughts these are mine,
They are restless, who'll get it?
You hide in my line,
Why cannot I forget it?
They're filling my world and my daydreams by you,
The days and the nights torment my heart anew.
Unfair, for what reason
my soul is just nothing?
My chest is my prison,
Who cares? Room is stuffy
like three days before, yesterday and today,
But what shall I do - I can just walk away.
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