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Sitting here in a prison I myself have created
Wondering if an escape attempt would be belated
I'm forced to be here dazed and dilapitated
I could leave but of that I can't be persuaded

I don't want to leave, it's more hellish out there
Especially because my heart on my sleeve I wear
I can't really help it, I'm not very aware
and the ones that are, just plain don't care.

Seeing others laughing at the jokes that are told
Not knowing if they'll be alive to be gray and old
But they're not caring about when they'll grow cold
Should I try to make them see? No, I'm not that bold

This idea of worth to myself I must sell
Go on with my life, pretending all's well
Hoping to find a person to tell
of my journey to heaven, straight out of hell.