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The Death of Me

There same four walls
Drive me crazy
I have to stare at them
Till my eyes are hazy
I want to get out
Break out
Of my tomb
This room will be the death of me.

I cannot get out of this place
I’m still in a world of motion
I’m trapped in a fantasy world
I can’t handle the false hopes
Get me out of this place
Before I cause more damage
This room will be the death of me.

I broke the silver spoon
The one that
I tried to dig an escape
From this room
But the ground wouldn’t break
I need to get out
The walls will crumble
The locks gone
I will not be alone
I will not let this room be the death of me




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