Where have you gone?
You've left me so cold.
I have no one
with which to grow old.
How did it come about
The loneliness I feel?
Where do I turnabout
To make it dust from my heels?
I'm looking for a sign.
I'm looking for an answer.
I feel so confined.
I'm locked behind bars.
The prison has provisions.
The prison has no life.
The prison gives me vision.
The prison has more strife.
I have this feeling of dread.
It's overwhelming me.
It makes me want to be dead.
I'm tired of the things I see.
I'm sick of ********
I'm sick of lies.
I'm tired of hiding
From every eye.
I want to laugh.
I need to cry.
It shouldn't be so hard
To show an emotional side.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
Where have you gone?
You've left me so cold.
I have no one
with which to grow old.
How did it come about
The loneliness I feel?
Where do I turnabout
To make it dust from my heels?
I'm looking for a sign.
I'm looking for an answer.
I feel so confined.
I'm locked behind bars.
The prison has provisions.
The prison has no life.
The prison gives me vision.
The prison has more strife.
I have this feeling of dread.
It's overwhelming me.
It makes me want to be dead.
I'm tired of the things I see.
I'm sick of ********
I'm sick of lies.
I'm tired of hiding
From every eye.
I want to laugh.
I need to cry.
It shouldn't be so hard
To show an emotional side.
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