ظل

I throw a punch at the air it swings back The mirror cracks but it don’t shatter My shadow laughs it knows what I lack ... I hear whispers in my head A choir of ghosts under my bed I’m shadow boxing in the dark Trading blows with my own heart Who’s the enemy who’s the friend This fight might never end The walls close in they know my name Every step feels like a flame Running circles in my brain I hear whispers in my head A choir of ghosts under my bed I’m shadow boxing in the dark Trading blows with my own heart Who’s the enemy who’s the friend This fight might never end

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