A Weapon In Disguise
"A deadly weapon in disguise
But i keep my head down
Horror fills their eyes
I search for patterns on the ground
Bright lights fills night skies
But I still feel bound
I look up wishing I could fly
Wondering if I would ever be found
And deep in my soul I cry
But outside I don't make a sound
Stuck all alone, I sigh
The queen of lonelyness I've been crowned
Escape again must be tried
Against the door my fists do pound."
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