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Sep 2012
I'm a prisoner in my own mind,
And my thoughts have made me blind,
I keep searching but I never find.
I'm a prisoner in my own mind.

I'm a prisoner in my own head,
And my own body wants me dead.
It's got me stuck here on this bed.
I'm a prisoner in my own head.

I'm a prisoner in my own skin,
And my old soul is wearing thin.
I can't get out, but how'd I ever get in?
I'm a prisoner in my own skin.

I'm a prisoner in my own room,
And no light ever hits the gloom.
A comfortably quite spacious kind of tomb,
I'm a prisoner in my own room.

I'm a prisoner in my own house,
And there's no glim left to douse.
No one to comfort me, not even a mouse.
I'm a prisoner in my own house.

But I'm no prisoner to the world, no doubt.
I'm a refugee they could live without.
So I'll be perfectly still. I'm not gonna shout.
They could wait forever but I'm not coming out.
Lamar A Moorclark
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