Shutted up in a padded room
Is the only way to find peace with yourself
Collecting things on a small wooden shelf
One day they will all fall, and you will find what it is all about.
Wish you could fly away from here
To find the one, you have always wanted to be near.
If only love could be outside my door
But then it still wouldn't be worth, looking for.
Find the one you would die for,
And even then, they wouldn't die for your well-being.
I guess the only person left to die for
Is yourself
All of this, is collected on a small wooden shelf.
 
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