some days are murder,
one day i'll snap...
i'm comin' out sing-swingin' at you with slurs in slews i won't take back.
my nights are awful,
by rights, i'm trapped...
i'd escape if the fear didn't take hold'o the whole'o me & hold me back.
so here i sit,
so near yet distant...
i could easily flee to the freedom i've dreamed of if i ran off this instant.
but i'm still right here,
feelin' guilty & played...
you threatened me with your life if i left so i got scared & i just stayed.
it's not even your house,
you're the one who should leave...
but when i kick you out, you kick & shout, scream, bleed & plead.
so what do i do?
tell me, what would you do?
i've got a life in my hands and just like sand - it's slowly slippin' through.
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