Do you feel confined, please sympathise my pain.

The lack of understanding, I find it very vain.

Just imagine freedom, independence stripped from you,

How would you feel and what would you do,

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I’m broken, I feel lost. I wanna be set free,

Why has this path decided to choose me,

Who am I to judge, I suppose no one’s perfect,

I’m the worst of ’em all but promise

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I’m still worth it.

I’m real enough to own it, no reason to talk shit,

Elaborating, over-explaining will only get you hit.

The truth comes out in the end like the tyre stuck in the ditch.