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I watch the lonely people pretend to be happy

I see them sitting in their dark little corners

And see how tight they hold to the sorrows of their lives

to them tomorrow doesn't wake up bright

to them the darkness only hides scary things

to them there is no safe haven

because no matter where they go

there they are

and the saddest thing thats ever happened to them

was being born into their heads

into their imaginations

into their inescapable prisons

to not see them anymore

I close my eyes

and it's then

that I can almost see

the bars of my own prison