After the walls of my soul were pulled down by my very hands.
I sought not paradise, I sought to find me
And what I found was what the walls were built to protect me from.
This is my endless cycle of all I am deemed to be
A pointless existence in this life's boundless sea
A hallmark of how life was and what it will be
I have learnt to accept this bane, I just hate the me
I do not blame what has brought me these rich sorrows
Nor do I curse the breeze that scatters all my dreams
I am in an overstaying, in a rented existence of pain
I could wish but I know, this is what will repeat tomorrow
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