these walls, they blindfold me
confine me, withhold me
burn me and scold me
but no one has told me
what you wrote so boldly
could never control me
you thought you have bought me
but that was the old me
i will not be hopeless
when you let me down
i'm better and focused
and i stand my ground
the one who is broke is
the one who is closest
to the edge of defeat
as sad as this joke is
i do have to go 'cause
i'm at the edge of my seat
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