Coldly numb to the happenings of now
Within the groves of the favouring hand
Laughin at the newfound lies
It's a battle on the inside
don't know what to hide
Or let be known
the man has plans that don't include what I want
And he brings me near things that taunt who I am not
This is the experience sought
To be more near
the encompassing fear
So when I go home
I know I'm not alone
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