I can fly in my dreams
Fly under the clouds
Seeing matrix’s schemes
The bustle of the crowds
I don’t have any doubt
This is not even home
I would like stepped out
Couse I always alone…
I'm flying higher and higher
I am probably mentally ill
You don’t know how I am tired
My mind was possibly killed
Possibly killed…
What should I expect?
I am here and still crying
I would like disconnect
From this world cuz I’m dying
And I know this is game
And I know I’m a player
To be here is a shame
Be quite and be prayer
The Game Eng
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