Since the 1st day I met u
U r leading me to a labyrinth
I follow
Nervous doesn’t stand any place
Believing in you
Drowning in the dream that u knitted
Hoping that one day u will lead me out of here
And yet
U let go my hand
In a split of second
U nor longer in the maze
I was terrified n yearn for the exit
One by one
None of them leading me to the exist that belong to me
Due to sadness, disappointment and fear
I undergone revolution
Nor longer the gal u held her hand at 1st
A rose with thorn is the metaphor for me now
Labyrinth is my habitat
Day after day
Until I saw the mirror
Realize I have changed
Can’t even recognize the person in de mirror
Who will lead me out of here?
Back to the real
Or
It is my fate to stay here?
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