sittin on ma desk, ma thghts ponder
the silence arnd make the moments last longer
the time seems frozen so does the pain
its gettin harder to breathe, tougher to feign
puppeted ma ways in the hands of destiny
now,i wanna fly, i wanna break free
mould the ways, ressurect ma soul
breathe out the pain, aim 4da goal
be the queen, the wrld wil b at my feet
chose to whine, n i was hurt 4bein me
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