Bottled Up
Beyond the screams
Beyond the shouts
Behind the fights
Behind the walls
That is where you'll find me
Desperate to escape
Desperate to fit in
Trying to change
Trying to stand
Just breathe in and then breathe out
Counting all the days
Counting all the lies
Questioning why this
Questioning why that
It just never seems to make sense
One day it will end
One day I'll be free
To live on my own
To live something new
But until then, just keep on
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