When everyone knows where they truly go,
Being stuck can really hurt your look.
Your life begins to let go of its flow;
It turns and turns just like a saddened book.
Its like nothing you do will ever work.
Always feeling alone on the inside,
But people always say it's just a quirk.
You cannot seem to let go of your pride.
When water 'round you never seems to part,
You're stuck and held, with a loss of control.
Every time you leave a piece of your heart,
Your life is permanently marked with coal.
Although there is always something to pout,
If you try and try you'll always make it out.
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