You are no more here
Than I am there.
Keep the red bugs for yourself.
I don't want to be there
Trapped in this plaster box.
I have the key,
I just need to learn how to use it.
Freedom has its price,
One that puts us in chains.
I would rather be roaming the world,
Releasing inexplicable emotion,
Feeling the rawness of humanity.
To see it at its best and its worst.
But where i am, my keeper wont let
The worst come and teach me a lesson.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:12 PM UTC
You are no more here
Than I am there.
Keep the red bugs for yourself.
I don't want to be there
Trapped in this plaster box.
I have the key,
I just need to learn how to use it.
Freedom has its price,
One that puts us in chains.
I would rather be roaming the world,
Releasing inexplicable emotion,
Feeling the rawness of humanity.
To see it at its best and its worst.
But where i am, my keeper wont let
The worst come and teach me a lesson.
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