It Must Be Scary
It must be scary, in the real world
where people run rampant and uncaged
I think I'm safer in this place
with the peaceful whitwalls
and the crazies all caged
atleast in here I know where I stand
no rules of engagement I can be who I am
you say I'm insane for staying in here
well I think youre crazy for living out there
where no one is who they say
and you never know where you stand
where people fight for positions
and speak with opposition
I like it much better in the silence
secluded with only myself to speak to
yes, I think it's scary in the real world
where people run rampant and uncaged
I'm much much safer in this place.
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