My thoughts had been tied to my brain
Leaving me stupid
To talk was a sin
I'd lain lame
Having friends was a flu
That I have to buy drugs for the fools
Just to cure their aches
I'd lain lame
My heart had pounded
Beating my chest hard to search
Searched for things I couldn't pour out
I'd lain lame
The pain had forced my metaphoric voice
That which explains my definition through likening
And now I have the freedom
I'd lain lame
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