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I’m looking for a way out
Pulling, thrashing at nothing
I’m trapped in a glass house
Looking for something
I’m looking around me
But I don’t see a thing
I’m crying no noise
I’m trying, no choice
I want to do good
I want to have a voice
In the stories I’ve read
Happy endings are true
In the world that is mine
Happy endings are blue
The pain that I feel is real
Unlike those who refuse to feel
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