Start pulling me out ,at the edge of the box,
A small burst of wind drops me right down,
At least you stop once in a while near that box,
Talk to me light me up ,
let me scream understand my misery
submit my voce to a highter plan of superficiality
My life’s a demo who decides when I put it out?
Without you I am not mine
You are my dot in my sentences
the starting capital word imagine,
Trapped in a tiny box the air is thinner
I get out punching and hitting
hurting and bleeding understand my misery
come here save me
spending my time discussing a locked topic
whatever the cost I am stuck
thousand of voices going insane
Only I can hear them
Closer to the breakpoint
painting my freedom something’s
wrong it’s a grey picture
Standing on a wire rotating the wisdom
of a fallen 24,7 outta 7
Shouting while spinning
a record made by silence
playing a role cruel world all alone in a 2 by 4
staring and dreaming
why don’t you listen
I am friggin bleeding
hit me one more time
do yourself a favor rewind the tape pause play broken.
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