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I would like to think,

there's something else out there,

something that can grip me,

or beat me in my chair.



I want to stand up one day,

to all the bickering,

that just won't go away!



When the time comes,

for me to leave the picture...

I don't want anyone to cry,

or scream my name,

when I'm gone.

Maybe it was my time to die!



All I want is to be free,

and see things,

no one else has seen.

It haunts me when I feel this way.



At least I can say,

I've been where you are...

In this fucking misery,

I hide from everyday.



Now I want to know,

why she won't come out to play.

Is it cause we're no children?

I am,

what I always will be.



I wish one person could see me,

and hold my soul,

which awaits to break free!