Driven with eyes closed
Tired of care
Soul without a blooming rose
Conscience is nowhere

Empty rooms to dwell
Screaming in black air
Pathetic, sad, frail
Sit alone and stare

It rolls on
Stops for none
Some keep up
But they always run

Refuse to be
Sit and sigh
Let them see
It's all a lie

I am free
Though fate is poor
They feel sorry
But I feel free

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