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This is not the life that I expected to live,
I can't find my way out and I have nothing to give.
The world is playing tricks on me and I can see a ritual,
This window made of bricks makes it hard to see it through.
As I look around the room nothing is as it seems,
I get the worst nightmares from the sweetest of dreams.
Can anybody tell me... "what is real?"
"Can anybody tell me?" what I feel.
Love is an illusion and words are not what they mean,
Am I living in reality? How cruel can you be?  
Can you help me out of this place?  
I'm going out of my mind.
Can you get me out of this place?  
The truth is hard to find.