Tuesday, June 9, 2015


Feeling trapped inside these walls
Feeling not like myself at all
It's all a joke that's made too soon
Can't find in me a dance or a tune

A creature of pleasure and fun
Now brought under the baking sun
No outlet to bleed out into
Just swollen with the thoughts of a fool

As a result I feel a lot less me
Wings tied as long as I'm not free
So please don't expect me to smile
Not now when not much is mine

Your eyes they often see straight through
Narrating what my mind does do
But I'm no fun now, not today
I'm done with this one anyway

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