So many days with choking memories.
Too many people around me trying to trap me and clamp me into a cage.
Like a
bluebird who cannot fly anymore.
Like a bird who knocks
at that door.
I love you my rave by city stage but I cannot
be your slave.
Oh maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm right but I have
to go and look for my life.
Goodbye my little room,
goodbye my old costumes.
I have to * my skin and try to live my new days.
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