Feelings of loneliness and despair
No one around to care
Where were you when it counted the most?
In your own house playing the host
Nothing I do seems to matter
It’s like climbing a never ending latter
Never minding how hard I try
Everything I do seems to die
Locked up in a cage
So full of rage
Hate and discontent
Emotions poorly spent
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