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Rusted, small cages is where they keep them locked up, until one day - POOF
Who would ever understand The person that I am He says he loves, he seems so sure But he doesn't have a plan I try and try and try But only seem to fail If I try one more time
There's a peculiar type of loneliness incurable by just your company.
The people act like they know me. Act like they know what it's like to be "free". Freedom? What a fucking joke. Locked inside the bars of my own mind, rattling the cells but no one hears me.
The smile on your face And the look in your eyes Made me freeze up on the spot And turn to ice. The spell of your speech And the charm of your texts Put me on guard, right away I locked my heart