I can't wait to wake up from this dream.
Every passing moment I just want to scream.
Built up inside, wanting to free this hot steam.
Pain always seems to be a recurring theme.

If I manage to break free, will someone be there for me?
This fog is so dense. I can't see.
Stuck for so long, I think I lost the key.
Still, I give everything to others for free.

I'm use to this solidarity now.
I no longer furrow my brow.
Deep inside is a heavy POW!
And all I can say is wow.

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