What am I supposed to do?
You want to be free —
I get that, believe me;
But I can’t be that around you.
You want to lose the shackles,
But everyone around you is a criminal;
Every word against you, evil.
You don’t really care, when we’re wearing our smiles;
But when we can’t smile anymore
And the veiled darkness oozes out,
Well, then, you’re the victim of our doubt
And our every word is a declaration of war.

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