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Trace me where Im heading
Cover me with broken blankets
Show me things that cant be seen
Just like my reflections
Close the door
So that I wont be afraid
Its my turn,
to be burned on a stick
If youd ask
I wouldve passed,
but its too late
Its not my fault
Its normal to see
people in a different way
Its just like a circle
Please dont fall
Give it the can
Open all the windows,
so that I wont be afraid