Audience of many, watching over me
Train of thought cannot be
They have the wrong guy
Can't you see
The route to jail
Goes without my freedom to sail
Taken as is
The questions are like a quiz
The real “man” is on the loose
While no one will pursue
The ending is near
For they have run up my greatest fear
Hundreds of souls line his desk surrounded by wood and covered in glass captive He collects memories ...
The windows are shut Gravity, both metaphorical and literal Bring it down. Bring me down. I am caged within my own skin It is dull here....
Sure I smile Sure I laugh Sure I’m friendly to all I meet But you don’t see the constant fears, the feeling sheer, the nights in tears....
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