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Stuck Inside
Sitting in the room, the walls are caving in
Locked in this cell, watching as the paint runs thin
Floor that's made of laughter. Door opens twice a day
For treatment of disorder as I watch myself decay
Yea the walls are caving in as I take another bullet
The anger in the scream getting smaller by the minute
The pounding on the drum beat flowing through my head
The time you finally come I’ll already be dead
Looking through the window of broken glass, I see rain
Try to relax my mind, before I go insane
Heart beating fast, blood seems to regulate
Why look forward to tomorrow when it's the same every day
Thoughts of rebellion written on the pillow on the bed
Escape routes written on the walls, I could have never read
Boredom merges to acceptance, happiness in thought
Locked away for my own good all these lies I have bought
