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Sitting bound in chains seeking refuge from the storm. in my mind I trying everything bound inside.
 
All I could think about is what she said seeking help all the fear builded up inside I had no place let free.

Thinking and thinking and thinking some more I lost it I held it in for so long I snapped it was like my 

mind had committed murder of rage and torment I was consealed with padded wall and a chair all I hear is the asylum doors shutting an opening

 I hear voices telling me what to do in my mind it's like the stright jacket is my life people made me this way I can't help my .mind has lost reality setting on the edge of insanty peeping over the hill of wrath.

Its not my fault I was pushed to a breaking point and it's not your fault it happened its like lies pours out of here past is the past I want a furture I'm tired of these asylum doors I want them closed 

I'm want peace not fear no torment I want free of this straight jacket I WANT FREE