In a box made of glass,
watching the world spinning fast.
Poke a hole so i can breath,
But never large enough to let me leave.
Oh outside looks so calm,
Inside i am struggling to hold on.
I wonder what does it feel to be free,
can it be all i wish it to be?
I'm in a box made of glass,
I have not the strength to last.
I have a hole so i can breath.
But my key is broke i can not leave.
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