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One day
One day I was happy
One day I was free
One day I truely knew myself
I liked being me
Then one day it happened
Right before my eyes
But by now it has blinded me
I'm believing my own lies
In a blur "friends" are gone
Wanting turns to need
Leaving just the 'habit' left
A habit I must feed
One day some years later
Happiness is a line
Freedom long gone in the past
My life no longer mine
One day I look into my mirror
What do you think I see ?
I don't recognise or like her
How can that be me ?
One day I was free
One day I truely knew myself
I liked being me
Then one day it happened
Right before my eyes
But by now it has blinded me
I'm believing my own lies
In a blur "friends" are gone
Wanting turns to need
Leaving just the 'habit' left
A habit I must feed
One day some years later
Happiness is a line
Freedom long gone in the past
My life no longer mine
One day I look into my mirror
What do you think I see ?
I don't recognise or like her
How can that be me ?
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