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Confined
There once was a girl,
23 years old.
She was once me,
anything she wanted to be.
Depressed as usual yet didn't know
true brokenness yet.
Once so free.
Fast forward, and she's confined.
Confined,
so confined.
To the man who left.
To a mere fantasy,
all in my mind.
But he never left my heart,
never left my heart.
Never left my mind,
never left my mind.
Chained to my soul,
he's so beautiful.
Confined,
so confined.
To the man who left.
To a mere fantasy,
all in my mind.
When will I ever be freed?
Where will this life lead?
Eyes once so bright,
all of a sudden, dark.
A beating heart
now dead.
A sound mind
now insane,
now forced to rise above the pain.
When will I ever be freed?
Where will this life lead?
Will someone just unclip
these broken wings?
Confined,
so confined.
To the man who left.
To a mere fantasy,
all in my mind.
It won't leave...
It won't go...
I guess I reap what I sow...
Chained to my soul,
he's so beautiful.
Nothing I don't like,
inside or out.
Nothing I can do
but be trapped here.
Replaying that tune
that says I'm anything but free.
23 years old.
She was once me,
anything she wanted to be.
Depressed as usual yet didn't know
true brokenness yet.
Once so free.
Fast forward, and she's confined.
Confined,
so confined.
To the man who left.
To a mere fantasy,
all in my mind.
But he never left my heart,
never left my heart.
Never left my mind,
never left my mind.
Chained to my soul,
he's so beautiful.
Confined,
so confined.
To the man who left.
To a mere fantasy,
all in my mind.
When will I ever be freed?
Where will this life lead?
Eyes once so bright,
all of a sudden, dark.
A beating heart
now dead.
A sound mind
now insane,
now forced to rise above the pain.
When will I ever be freed?
Where will this life lead?
Will someone just unclip
these broken wings?
Confined,
so confined.
To the man who left.
To a mere fantasy,
all in my mind.
It won't leave...
It won't go...
I guess I reap what I sow...
Chained to my soul,
he's so beautiful.
Nothing I don't like,
inside or out.
Nothing I can do
but be trapped here.
Replaying that tune
that says I'm anything but free.
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