Stucked, constipated
cant stop thinking about this feeling
Stares and all those voices
keep telling me to loose my focus
i'm falling off the ground
of my own identity
lost and wandering in this candy world i think i'm living in...
Circled by friendly enemies
Spun around by invisible hands
and all i feel is nothing,
feel nothing
I'm no candy bar
wrapped in fancy paper and laces
all I ever wanted is to be asure
of who I meant to be
Even when I'm not born candy
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