
Another deep song for 50/90.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 459 - Published: 03-19-11 - id: 2900435
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The world passes me by
And I'm locked inside a cage
The only nourishment I receive
Is food for thought
Who are these people
White gowns, everywhere
Who tend to me
When I never asked to be tended too?
Am I going crazy
Or are things just passing me by
A little bit at a time
Where did the sun go
I'm locked in my own asylum
These bars are my own
These thoughts and voices are a part of me
They are who I am, I can not be set free
The world passes me by
And I'm locked inside a cage
The only nourishment I receive
Is food for thought
Who are these people
White gowns, everywhere
Who tend to me
When I never asked to be tended too?
Am I going crazy
Or are things just passing me by
A little bit at a time
Where did the sun go
I'm locked in my own asylum
These bars are my own
These thoughts and voices are a part of me
They are who I am, I can not be set free
The moon rises and then they let me out
Society why do you hate me so?
And tell me why are these
Shackles placed upon me
Do you fear that I am going to run
But I couldn't, your sane, I'm crazy
Wait how can that be?
I'm the one coming to this conclusion
I'm afraid there will be no happy ending
When all is said and done
Unless you can find
The key to my so called sanity
The world passes me by
And I'm locked inside a cage
The only nourishment I receive
Is food for thought
Who are these people
White gowns, everywhere
Who tend to me
When I never asked to be tended too?
Am I going crazy
Or are things just passing me by
A little bit at a time
Where did the sun go
I'm locked in my own asylum
These bars are my own
These thoughts and voices are a part of me
They are who I am, I can not be set free
The world passes me by
And I'm locked inside a cage
The only nourishment I receive
Is food for thought
Who are these people
White gowns, everywhere
Who tend to me
When I never asked to be tended too?
Am I going crazy
Or are things just passing me by
A little bit at a time
Where did the sun go
I'm locked in my own asylum
These bars are my own
These thoughts and voices are a part of me
They are who I am, I can not be set free
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