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The world turns
Yet I stay still.
The sun sets and rises
Yet I stay still
The years go by
Yet I stay still
The grass grows above me
Yet I stay still
In this coffin called my life.
These four walls suffocate me
They eat at my soul
Will there be anything left
When I finally get out?
Where will I go?
Will the pain go with me?
Will I ever find the answers?
Will I ever be able feel like I have actually lived?
I hear a faint cry in the distance
It is me calling myself
I say “dig, dig. You’re the only one that can save you”
Yet the world still turns
The sun still sets and rises
The years still pass me by
The grass still grows
And I stay in this coffin
Called my life
Am the one to blame
I built the coffin
I dug the whole
I buried myself alive.
Will anyone hear my calls?
Yet I stay still.
The sun sets and rises
Yet I stay still
The years go by
Yet I stay still
The grass grows above me
Yet I stay still
In this coffin called my life.
These four walls suffocate me
They eat at my soul
Will there be anything left
When I finally get out?
Where will I go?
Will the pain go with me?
Will I ever find the answers?
Will I ever be able feel like I have actually lived?
I hear a faint cry in the distance
It is me calling myself
I say “dig, dig. You’re the only one that can save you”
Yet the world still turns
The sun still sets and rises
The years still pass me by
The grass still grows
And I stay in this coffin
Called my life
Am the one to blame
I built the coffin
I dug the whole
I buried myself alive.
Will anyone hear my calls?
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