Inside a lock door
And 4 walls of oppression
There is not enough air
There is too much pressure
Sometimes I'm so broken
That I feel like I'm dying
Sometimes I'm so Blue
That I fall asleep crying
...STILL
I laugh of every joke
And I cut the "un" from the "happy"
I learnt to put The Mask
The one hundred tonnes of the empty nothing
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