I feel am trapped, trapped by my own self

I feel am tired, too much work, consistency, can you give me luck?

As every second marks my end, I realize I don’t have friends

Hey, do you need help?

Oh… no thanks!

And as the day gets dark

I realize, am a trapped genius in my work.

 

I wish they could ask,

Ask again, if I need their help

But why don’t you ask, if you need their help?

He thinks he knows

Knows himself best,

But what we see, is his ego, his ego and pride

He will pay the prize, as the time goes by

He has no friends and the day is dark

He is just a trapped genius in his work.

 

 

 

 

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