Sometimes these walls Tumble down leaving me unprotected,So eventually,I lose my crown all over town. With my hands completely bound I don't dare make a sound.Somewhere it's hiding waiting to take my soul.Sooner or later nothing we know will matter.And our tears will mix with laughter,Fear will no longer be the batter.All those smiling faces start to scatter, and we'll forget the times the bate was actually worth the Chase. Our happy memories will be erased, This is the deepest most darkest place,and that is what is to expect from human race.
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I was a little down and I just wrote it in 10 minutes.