Some fights just won't be fought.
In the lights that reveals my thoughts,
I had fight all through the night.
And there was lies where I lied.
Muse that breaks my sleep onto cry,
Where my hope is hidden?
Far away from my sight,
Myself is convicted.
Convicted
That I've lost,
and it has cost my
(voice)
Now i write in mute,
only to avoid the cruelty
of hearing my own shrinking voice.
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