Toyed with like I can’t believe
Picture perfect life or so it seems
Just an inconvenient little plaything
No one knows the hell this all brings
Keep in line or pay the price
No one to believe what I could say
Words, over time, cut deeper than a knife
Shut my mouth, it’s just another day
The cage looks good from the outside in
Self inflicted servitude for past mistakes
Keep the peace or wait for the comments to begin
My mind and spirit is what they want to break
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