I have never wanted to eacape more
Than from this boring dull place
Made of blacks and whites and greys
I want to see orange sunsets
And purple night skies
I want to look at a tree
That grew without a cage
I want to walk on grass not pavement
I want to be free from this rage
I want to live happy not mad
Crying in my room
I want to less sad
I want to be away in a field
Filled with flowers not graves
I want to feel alive
But i want doesnt get
And So.
I have never needed to get out more
than from these wicked streets
Built up from cries and weeps
I need to be alone
In a place far from here
I need to see a flower
That grew without a pot
I need to walk on soil not cement
And i need to be free from this cage
I need to live well not bad
Crying by myself
I need to watch a tree grow
Hung with ornaments not ropes
I need to feel okay
But what i need
Doesnt
Fucking
Matter
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