You trap me up
Like you could chain
My beaten heart away.
You build your walls
And sorrow calls
To say that you have changed.
The prison now
Stands still and dead
As voices scream again.
You trap me up
Like you could chain
My beaten heart away.
You build your walls
And sorrow calls
To say that you have changed.
The prison now
Stands still and dead
As voices scream again.
what do I do when the leaves are dead?
what do I do with this road ahead?
i'll walk the stretch, and clear the way,
but my feet won't move today.
what do I do when these trees are surreal?
I cried in silence again.
The tears streamed down
And made puddles on my carpet floor
I'm lying on again.
I watched the minutes change again.
the bus driver glared at me
like i was a sin to society;
he called me a fag—under his breath,
and i got in my seat like nothing happened.
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