My World
Confined to the walls of my bedroom, stuck talking to the face in the mirror
Day after day I've had countless conversations with the me that lives inside
In the outside world I'm confined to what lives inside my own head and heart
My world is what's inside of me; nothing more nothing less
But it's not much a life when you don't live it out
It's not much of a life when you don't share it with anyone
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