Lost Boy
Lost in a haze of drunken hate
Who knew it would make me contemplate?
Woke up in a white walled cage
A half naked body decorated with wounds of frustrated rage
Did not remember what I did that night
So damn bitter sweet I came out all right
Pain dripped from the cuts that bled
But it kills me from the tears they shed
Mutilated emotions and burnt words clot the cut ends
Granted is what I took in exchange for my friends
A state of no escape because all the bridges are black and chard
I can not escape myself so freedom is something I just disregard
It looks as if I am all alone again
Burned another bridge and lost another friend
Counted to much and held her to high
Pushed to much thinking she could fly
My friend fell down and I left her behind
Denied I cared at all just to get her off my mind
So now I am lost in a personal world of hate and rage
A man walks freely but his mind is a locked cage
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