SACRIFICES SACRIFICES SO MANY SACRIFICES
IT'S A CRISIS
BROKEN TEARS SHATTERED GLASSES IN THE EYES OF DEVICES
ROAMING CHARGES & TEXT
GOD KNOWS BEST
WHAT'S THE PRICE OF FREEDOM?
THE MATTER IS COMPLEX
MY VUNERBILITY LIES WITHIN MY WEAKENED FLESH
EVERYONE SUGGEST
IN WHICH WAY I SHALL GO
I NOW FEEL AN INTERNAL LOW
I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE
DEEP STARES INTO THE MIRROR REMINDED MYSELF I HAVE TO STAND
NO ONE ACCEPTS DOWNFALLS WHEN CALLS ARE AT DEMAND
SOMETIMES THE PERFECT SITUATION DOESN'T HAVE AN HAPPY END
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