We dream of disillusion
We are swimming in a sea of lies,
Of endless hope
We are pushed away
Slapped on the wrist and given another chance to be a good boy,
A good girl,
A kind boy,
A kind girl
Kept on a leash
Unable to speak with are own free minds
We speak,
We’re locked away
No I didn’t just see you slip her that pill
No I don’t hear them talking about the silence
I’m a good girl
My lips are sealed.
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