I spend my days and nights inside/ a room where I'm the only one/ I do not see the rising moon/ I do not see the setting sun/ I have no choice but to look within/ I am the voice I've always been/ and something tells me to begin/ to see if I can open a door/ but I don't want to go back/ to who I was before/ I'd rather run and hide/ I spend my days and nights inside
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