I’m running in circles,
Waiting for a miracle,
Pleading for my life back,
A stolen possession among his rack,
But yet again I find myself here;
A struggle against my greatest fear,
I am forsaken, forgotten and forlorn
Strung with a desperate need to be alone,
A longing for childhood innocence
And syrupy dreams,
For my love is but a sunken ship with weakened beams
And you are the raging wind beneath my sails,
While simultaneously a confined prisoner of your own jail.
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