| Frozen, as the time just passes by
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| Have to sing the freedom cry
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| Of the one who holds you here
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| Chosen for a life you never called for
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| As your body starts to falter
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| You refuse to shed a tear
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| Kept within your endless prison walls
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| Is there life for you to find at all?
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| Open, like a wound that never healed
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| Through a door you walked right in
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| To a fight that you can’t win
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| Moments, they appear to last forever
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| Like a friendship that we severed
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| There’s a heart that’s yet to beat
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| Kept within your endless prison walls
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| Is there life for you to find at all?
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| I have been a terrible friend and an even worse lover
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| And I think it’s time for some confessional
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| My Mother? |
| She didn’t even want me
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| She had a life and I wasn’t part of the plan
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| And you know what? |
| That’s okay
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| Because when new life seems only to form destruction
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| And all you’ve come to crave is the other
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| What’s there to be done, really?
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| There isn’t a simple fix to be found, just a long and arduous road of
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| circumstance
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| And that’s okay. |
| It’s no-one's fault
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| And let’s not even speak of the Father. |
| I mean, what’s there to say?
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| He was quite literally never there, and funnily enough, the absence isn’t so
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| conspicuous
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| I mean, you can’t miss what you’ve never had
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| But all the same, it didn’t take long for the men in white coats
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| That didn’t wear white coats at all that I feared so much as a child to appear
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| Wielding brands of disability, mental unrest and disrepair
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| Antipsychotics for lunch at twelve. |
| You know It’s no-one's fault
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| It’s no-one's fault
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| Still, I had the love of a Mother regardless, and for that I genuinely give
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| thanks
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| She single-handedly was the saviour of my short and storied years
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| Seemingly the one thing prescribed by the Gods that was not a fucking detriment
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| So it’s fair to say, I suppose, that I have been smiled upon
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| At least in part, but is it enough?
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| How could it ever be enough? |
| It’s never enough
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| It’s no-one's fault
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| But that didn’t stop me from struggling with my independence for years
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| I convinced myself I was strong, which, in ways, I was
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| I convinced myself of a number of things but it wasn’t enough
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| It was never enough… How could it ever be enough?
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| The damage has been done and it’s no-one's fault
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| And I would’ve ended up the same from the outside looking in
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| These prison walls would self-sustain and keep me held within
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| The damage has been done and there’s no-one left
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| And it’s no-one's fucking fault
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| The damage has been done and there’s no-one left
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| It’s no-one's fault
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| Look at this hollow shell, pallid and worn
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| Victimised circumstance and nothing more than a worm
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| And isn’t it fucking pathetic?
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| I should be a king, my freedom is stripped
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| And I am laid bare in my absence of morals
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| My ethical code spun into chaos
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| It could’ve been different, it should’ve been different
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| You’ve failed me and now I am lost to these walls
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| And oh, if these walls could talk
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| Oh, the stories they’d tell you
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| You would be shocked and appalled, I assure you
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| For this is the domain of liars and thieves
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| Our negligent souls have been wasted
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| Kept within my endless prison walls
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| Was there life for me to find at all?
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| If I close my eyes, am I alone?
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| At least now I know, through it all
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| On my own, I’ve escaped my prison walls |