I feel like I’m trapped
Inside my own home
I feel like I’m stuck
With nowhere to roam
Locked up in a jail cell
With nothing but dust
Up the stairs
Down to lunch
Over to gym
And under the rush
The people are rude
The food isn’t kind
And in the darkness
I'm the only one blind
Everyone stares
But I'm nothing new
Work and work
Till my days through
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
I feel like I’m trapped
Inside my own home
I feel like I’m stuck
With nowhere to roam
Locked up in a jail cell
With nothing but dust
Up the stairs
Down to lunch
Over to gym
And under the rush
The people are rude
The food isn’t kind
And in the darkness
I'm the only one blind
Everyone stares
But I'm nothing new
Work and work
Till my days through
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