i don't wanna cry ,
cuz my tears had gone dry,
i know where the answers lie,
i just need to go there and find,
my heart is willing,
but the mind is not,
seems like i just can't get outta this box,
can't get outta this flock,
i gotta run,
i have no guns,
to fight the enemies that seems no fun,
ahh ,
i gotta run ...
cause i can't finish my rhyme.
~tech ...
(some verses that rhyme ...)
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