| 2*17*04 written for my mom and the people at excel |
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you don't understand
this place is making me crazy
i escape within myself
i'm trapped within these four blue walls
the paint is chipping
as is my soul
and my happiness
you refuse to take me out of here
it's like you want me to go crazy
leave me somewhere i don't belong
leave me somewhere i hate
being here depresses me more
today, for the first time in two weeks i actually thought about cutting again
i'm sick of this prison
this place where they "say" they help you
what a lie!
all they're worried about is money
all the people here are idiots
the kids thinking they're tough and all-knowing
that they're as bad as they come
that no one can touch them
well...
they're wrong. |
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