My life is crumbling, and I cannot do a damn thing about it.
Am I the key of fiction and heartache?
And the pain is of no consequence,
when I am hell bent, my walls are closing in
Controlling me, controlling me,
is losing me, you're losing,
control of me, control of me,
you're losing
Am I awake? the morning star that brings me here
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