Its almost like I'm a fool
Locked in a shed, hung onto the wall like a tool
I scream to be let out
But you never hear me
Alone i sit, waiting to be used
Waiting to be needed
You pick me up
You use me for destruction
I was at peace, now I live in fear
Waiting for someone to stop the tears
I've done no wrong
Yet you throw me in a box
For I no longer function perfectly
I fight to be free, but cannot undo the locks
I use my voice to scream the truth
Only to be silenced by your visions
Your thoughts, something terrible
I can't make it, not with this mission
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