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I don't have a balance
Think I'm gonna Fall
Wish I have a talent
I don't belong here at all
Drowning in the Pressure
In above my head
Why did I think I could do this
I should have walk away instead
World is too perfect to cope with. I am square peg in the round hole. I feel fish out of water here. I am surprised why I had the thought of ruling here. Now I am getting the feeling that I am a wild butterfly who must fly away from here if I want to save my beautiful colors from fading. I am a wild rose which must blossom in the open free land. The fear of being losing is heart rending for me.