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Mar 2012
You're a great big nothing, merely trapped between four off-white colored walls
Surrounded by people apparently trying to find a balance, the walls tell it all
Tell me the stories, let me hear it now, tell me about the times we've felt so small
They've got a grasp on us, controlling us with their weekly schedules, they stand proud and tall
The multi-colored carpets soak up the grotesque unidentified stains
Soaks up the light, brings out the darkness, takes up the energy, soaks up the pain
Don't wanna be here, can't stand this ******' place, don't tell me I've only got myself to blame
When I'm to stare out the window yearning to be outside so I can stand out in the rain
If there's truely a God, I'll never understand why he brought this upon me and not the others
Was it really necessary to take away my everything and force me to recover
Was there even anything to overcome, as I slowly lose myself, I begin to wonder
It's not like I'm here to save anyone, I'm no angel undercover
Why try to fix someone who doesn't want help, who refuses to be fixed?
I'm just another broken record to you, just another **** up in the mix
They're breaking me down, they've broke me, I'm a malfunciton, I'm on the ritz
One with the weather, resembling a tornado, my life's one twist after twist
I've got to admit, you've thrown a fast one at me world
The fast *****, the curve *****, ******' a, they're all gettin' real absurd
HOW CAN I BE SCREAMING AT THEM FOR FIFTY-FIVE ******* DAYS AND STILL NOT BE HEARD
I don't even know what to do anymore, I can't even think, I'm at a loss for words
And I'm nothing more than a *client
Hannah Eich
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   Ariadna Parrales
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