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Underground
My body is heavy and cold,
Locked behind those silver doors,
Everybody left,I'm all alone,
Scared i might never find my way back home,
The cellar is cold and dark,
There is no way for light to shine,
I keep spending my days underground,
Alone,even with a million people around
A life can be cruel when you were born to loose,
But there is no other way you can choose,
Even if there ever was , you were way too confused,
Confused by the lies they gave you,betrayed by the ones who loved you
Working like a slave each day,
But yet not good enough for them,
It's easier to pretend than to really change,
even hell gets comofortable when you spend there every day
