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I sit by my castles

In the back of my chair

Gazing into the dawnI blackmailed my teachers

For not living dispair

When there was really

Not much going onI learnt how to cry at a very young age

But still I will write another pageGood bye my friends hope you see light in the end

Good bye my friends hope you see truth in the endThey said listen

But I could not hear

With a million things on my mindI envisioned prophets to save me from fear

But those prophets they fell from the lineI stumbled on trappings so it seems

But now I'm much older than my dreamsGood bye my friends hope you see light in the end

Good bye my friends hope you see truth in the end.