Shout
The world spins fast,
Yet time stands still
When caught up in a dream
So clear to see
But when you reach
It floats just out of touch
Reality is dull,
But false hopes are just as bad
Stuck between the truth and lies
No one hears your distant cries
Echoing off the padded walls
Amid the tormented, wailing calls
Lock the door and burn the key
So in your eyes no one can see
The person you pretend to be
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