I cover the six walls that leave me trapped.
I'm in a box with labels put on by other peolpe.
Here I'm foced to there own laws and must adapt.
They were wrong, foolishly thinking I was simple.
I will fight without a cause, and die without honor to hold.
I can't leave it in, I want to let go, burn it, cut it, kill it.
I will no longer stand still and do as I'm repeatedly told.
Talking voices bounce around, being a true commit.
To all that they ever wanted, a world of no mistake.
But yet they ask for so much, giving nothing, only take.
Till then, I will make it my own and never look back, you see.
As to I will wail to others in my wake, out doing the banshee.
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