Strapping up her boots once again
Doesn't know where she will head
Directions are scattered in her brain
But each path in front of her is like death
Standing up from her chair
She takes one step forward
But alas, she can't seem to catch any air
Streams of white noise raise within
Anything would be better at this moment
But how to let herself begin
When her feet are stuck in the cement
Strangers seem to pass her along
They grow, they laugh, they fall in love
They let her know, she doesn't belong
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