Four walls enclose my heart.
It doesn't matter.
Each and every friend departs.
It's all going to shatter.
Before the story restarts.
I'll climb to the top of the ladder.
To dive right back down to the start.
I'll mark my life, with a splatter.

Up so high.
Looking down the line.
Preparations to fly.
Somehow, this isn't a crime.

I'll soar through the sky.
Heaven and hell entwine.
At the end, I think everything will be fine.
In a way, the world will be all mine.

You just gotta be genuine.
You just gotta be real.
You just gotta have personality that nobody can steal.

I found a few places where I belonged.
Unreal experiences coated with charm.
I cannot detest their dangerous songs.
But, the residual memories trigger an alarm.

You can't prevent the ages from moving on.
It's hard to start anew once everything is gone.
Vivid emotions built up through self harm.
I've been too tired of trying for far too long.
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