Fragile trends darken my eyes, reality changes according to my perspective.
I freeze, as winter freezes the life.
Established to succumbing, the masses shall conform;
reality is not real, in this noisy delirium my voice sound out from the pack.
Questions constantly increasing, loneliness of a mind.
A step forward, an hundred back, a constant agony.
Reality.
It's over, over, over
Reality.
I'm searching for something, so I wait for my time to try to go nowhere.
A constant agony.

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