I won’t believe there is something wrong with me
I’m running free, flying fast, driving recklessly
From a cage that wants to contain me
born to live a life so wild and so free
it scares the chained and the weak
You’re stuck in your cubicle mindset
I’m the open book
You cannot stop yourself from admitting
That you desperately want to escape too
From a place that wasn’t made for you
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