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Caught in a revolving door
hoping and wishing for more
sick of it being the same
it truely is a shame
each spin gets quicker
making my stomach sicker
brain getting so unclear
the window turns into a mirror
pearing right into my soul
heart is as black as coal
seeing the error of my ways
understanding why noone stays
everything seems so clear now
standing up from an eternal bow
opening up my third eye
no need to continue living a lie
the truth has been brought to the table
no more clinging to the mentaly unstable
brightening my chakra in one steady gaze
seeing the future through bright shiny days
I reach out to touch it to make it come true
it disapears and I'm left with dead memories of you