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You're looking for the fifth corner in my box

this box is a prison for frozen clocks

your heart was painted black but you a fox

shell like a gold, but in box so cold

I am I am I am not young enough

to know everything

I am I AM I am not old enough

to hold this scream

if in the future

black widow 'll die

YOU start to suture

My parts of heart

and you cant say Good bye

I am I am I am not rich enough

to buy everything

but I am I am I am not poor enough

to sell their own wings

if in the future

black widow 'll die

YOU start to suture

My parts of heart

and you cant say Good bye

don't cry, Follow my eyes

and sky

will drop by

I'm still not a corpse

Please stop by my roar

open their doors

I'm inside, and yours