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I belive i can see the future cause i repeat the same rutine.
I think i used to have a purpose, then again it might have been a dream,
i think i used to have a voice now i never make a sound, have i just do what i been told.
i really dont want them to come around.

Everyday is exaclly the same there is a lot of love and there is a lot of pain.

I can feel the rats are watching, in case i lose myself again.
Sometimes i think im happy here, sometimes i still pretend.
I cant remember how this got started but i can tell you exaclly how it will end.

Im writing on a little pieace of paper.
Im hoping sometime you will find, i'll hide it behind something, they wont look behind.
Im still in zion, a little bit comes breathing through.
I wish this could have been any other way,
I just don't, i don't know what else i could do.

"nin"