Time

I’m a prisoner to my own imagination 
To my dreams, my sight and my reputation
Crawling somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Just trying to fit into what I heard
There has to be a solution
Cause I can hear the clock ticking but I just can’t move and
Am I just paralyzed or even alive
I can’t remember the day I died
Cause it’s been all the time

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