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Imprisoned
Imprisoned in these walls
My happiness leaves me
Somewhere, there is a door
Somewhere lays the key
No one here to comfort me
Nothing but the pain
Alone and searching
For a way to keep sane
My outside life continues with a happy lie
But below the painted surface
I crumble and beg to die
The flame is bright and shining
Surrounded by reflecting mirrors
But begins to lose the glow
When blanketed with tears
Tired of trying for nothing
In between these walls of dirt
Confined in this place
Where there’s nothing but the hurt
2001
