I've learned with them all along
But somehow always all alone
The coast to relate to another one
Empty as I felt inside my own
Ashes of purity not an innocent
Sulfur and papers I feel the scent
Eyes not to eyes a march of ants
In the dark from themselves so ignorants
Why to hold me back
Where I took the path
To separate who I was
Understand the road across
When did I learn how to lie
Sad I feel but my smile
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