When is it gonna start,
The world that has no end?
When will I break the shackles,
That hold the tears captive inside?
When will I not be a prisoner,
To what they all want me to be?
When will I know who I was meant to be?
When will I want to figure who I was supposed to be?
When will I feel safe?
I guess all this, is when it's too late.
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