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Alone with your pen

I'm tired of sleeping and crippled from rest

My head is inactive and my body possessed

I need to escape this prison, and breath at a pace

To feel exhilaration to have one more smile on my face

 

Four walls, one window and an open door

An opportunity to escape to bend my own law

Get out there, be free, meet friends and have fun

but I cannot risk it, what if I am the one.

 

The one that they catch making a dash to be free

caught at the gate trying to find a new me

Before I know it i'd be here forever

I need one more day of getting it together.

 

To be a good loser is not always ok

Depends what you've lost, what you've had to pay

To live alone when you've been one of ten

but they've left you, it's just you alone with your pen.

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Dec 7, 2009
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