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Story of a Madman
A silence surrounds me as I walk through the halls
living in a quiet little room with pillow-covered walls
no windows, no communication to others
I feel alone in this world full of shame
locked away having no feelings to share
there's no exit for me, I'm waiting on fate
to swing open the door to let company in
or let myself leave without looking back
I hear them say 'come back
we don't want you to get hurt out there'
I don't bother to listen while charging
through the front door seeing all I have mised
The different color of leaves first caught my eye
being the first living thing I've seen outside
I then saw a girl with a balloon
which brought my first smile to my face of doubt
the balloon was released with a squeal from the child
I only wished I could be as free
a force suddenly pulls me back, as I resist, I grow tired
It might have been a dream since I'm back
in the room with pillowed-covered walls and a nice silent hall
but as I turn around I see a window which brought a shock
with five metal bars all in a vertical style
I glance out of the newly found window to notice a balloon stuck in a tree
knowing now, it must have been real since I also notice the girl
staring at my window, wishing I were free
A silence surrounds me as I walk through the halls
living in a quiet little room with pillow-covered walls
no windows, no communication to others
I feel alone in this world full of shame
locked away having no feelings to share
there's no exit for me, I'm waiting on fate
to swing open the door to let company in
or let myself leave without looking back
I hear them say 'come back
we don't want you to get hurt out there'
I don't bother to listen while charging
through the front door seeing all I have mised
The different color of leaves first caught my eye
being the first living thing I've seen outside
I then saw a girl with a balloon
which brought my first smile to my face of doubt
the balloon was released with a squeal from the child
I only wished I could be as free
a force suddenly pulls me back, as I resist, I grow tired
It might have been a dream since I'm back
in the room with pillowed-covered walls and a nice silent hall
but as I turn around I see a window which brought a shock
with five metal bars all in a vertical style
I glance out of the newly found window to notice a balloon stuck in a tree
knowing now, it must have been real since I also notice the girl
staring at my window, wishing I were free