There's nobody to hear my scream from the inside.
I count the days to feel alive.
I know there's nobody to take me up.
I count the days to make me stop.
If I could be devil from the past,
I could to feel that I'm not the last.
But if you get me closer once,
You'll see another creature in advance.
How to know that I'm free?
I can't be free but prisoned.
I thought I could be rather free,
But still depressed for reasons.
Don't even try to make me calm.
I know there's too much petty things.
People lost their human's charm,
There's too much lies and stink.
Lone Wolf
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