White walls, white floor, white ceiling.
Stuck in this cage I cant bare the feeling.
I scream for help but no one hears,
As I sit I drown in tears.
Running fast, and panting hard only makes me panic more.
Out the door, down the hall, returning to the same door.
Out the door, down the hall, returning to the same door.
Door, hall, door.
Door, hall, door.
As I wallow in my sorrows my thoughts of escaping end.
Every time I leave I end up at the same door.
I dont know where to go anymore.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
White walls, white floor, white ceiling.
Stuck in this cage I cant bare the feeling.
I scream for help but no one hears,
As I sit I drown in tears.
Running fast, and panting hard only makes me panic more.
Out the door, down the hall, returning to the same door.
Out the door, down the hall, returning to the same door.
Door, hall, door.
Door, hall, door.
As I wallow in my sorrows my thoughts of escaping end.
Every time I leave I end up at the same door.
I dont know where to go anymore.
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