Standing over pieces of shattered glass.
Must this be all that remains.
I struggle and cry to myself.
Because I have no one else.
Crisis… It's all I know.

Burning feelings, I'm lost in hate.
Dying inside, cursed and bound by fate.
Clouds hide the sky, the rain grounds those born to fly. I'm like
them, and they like me. Wrapped in chains, we can't be free.

What's the point of it all?
We were born to rise, and then we fall.
Just like me, bound and chained by fate.
Like them, there is no escape.
I'm just sitting here waiting to break.

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