June 7, 2013
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Why did you choose me
To be the outcast of your tribe
The center of your gibes
Made me no longer free

Chained me down
With mocking words
Boxed me up with boards
So you could feel like a crown

Manipulated my feelings
Using cruel dour sounds
with rope I am bound
And Hope no longer sings

I don't know which is worse
Staying here by my own will
Or caught in the chill
Every word comes out as a lie, forced

I wish I could end this happily
But I'm not gonna lie
Almost every day I cry
'Cause in those words the truth I see

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