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I am like a rat in a trap

Don’t you f*cking get near me

I will bite your hand if you reach

Towards me you can’t help me now

I don’t know who you are but i

Have these beautiful sharp teeth

I will chew my leg off just to

Put a stop to this f*cking pain

I am like a clown down your street

Dancing keeping you happy

I can distract you amuse you

Keep you occupied but

You can’t see my face under paint

You don’t know what i’m feeling

I am walking off i’m leaving

I’m getting out of this parade

It’s over

I am like a lie in my room

Counting and pacing the walls

I know how many bricks there are

Stacked up like burning witches

They scream and they cry and finally

Escape when they die

But i remain here, my jailer

Waiting for the day when i say

It’s over