The old gray building
That is now aged and broken
Was once someone's home
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They are always there
Sometimes they hide
The darkness conceals them
A light is needed to let them show
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I do not belong
They wish for me to be gone
For I fill their heads with noise
And make them spout their song
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Here I sit on the shore
Of a world that I adore
At its edge it begins to crumble
Time the cause of this great rumble
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The world is a battlefield of words
Where people attack others in many different ways
Some attacks are like fists
They hurt at first
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Feelings well up inside me
Bottled up, stuck, sealed away
They often try to escape me
But I cannot let them ruin my day
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The world stares down in hate upon him
For he has done something no one else has done
He has created light from what's dim
He now must face their gun
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On a bench there sits a fellow
I sit down next down next to him and say "hello"
He gazes at me with a smile
And we talk for a while
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My room is the aftermath of disaster
One where you can't work without a distractor
The clothes strewn across the floor
A place that no one can adore
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My mother is on the attack
"Leave me alone! "
"Don't talk back! "
"I'm in the zone! "
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