Can someone help me find the key to my cell,
I'm trapped and I've lost it in a place called hell,
I'm stuck and I need you to find me,
It's not a place; it's in my actual body.
There are no walls; Just two windows called retinas.
I've been alone, so there are more prisoners; expect us.
Its grown pretty comfortable, so I guess I can not complain.
For I will always be stuck in this place called my brain.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Can someone help me find the key to my cell,
I'm trapped and I've lost it in a place called hell,
I'm stuck and I need you to find me,
It's not a place; it's in my actual body.
There are no walls; Just two windows called retinas.
I've been alone, so there are more prisoners; expect us.
Its grown pretty comfortable, so I guess I can not complain.
For I will always be stuck in this place called my brain.
Please don't let me lose my mind ... I think it's gone already...
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