A shadow looking at my soul who claim to know me, I an not a victim.
I will not speak,they don't know me,
All they know is in the pass, my carless action went
I was young have come to judge me,Those moment of
foolishness are gone. The future not promise to
anyone but is my own to conquer.
No one will get into my head I move on so this
shadow can look from far.
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