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I stood in the doorway and looked out at the light

I wished for freedom in the dark of night

The other side of me causes so much pain

To cleanse my soul I walked out into the air

I ran my hands across my face and through my hair

Trying to wash away the bad memories with the rain

The good times turn bad, I must endure

To all those around, for them I ensure

Your visit shall be quiet and brief

As the mist hits the ground I see fits of rage

The padding on the walls turns another page

And the pen adds another incident to the scroll

Each time the blank is just a little bit longer

As I grow weaker you grow that much stronger

And on my length of stay takes it’s toll

The good times are good, for long I am sure

The air that surrounds me, is no longer pure

The light is growing dimmer by the day

The ties that bind me, the locks that hold me in

The score in your favor, I have no chance to win

This fall from grace such a price to pay

As I look out the window from above

I can see now what I have become

Weary and broken a solitary man

Only a shell of the man that I once was

No way to rise above

Without my legs I can make no stand

The absence of mind, causes such pain

They alter reports, they label me insane

The book is closed I must give in

The ties that bind me, the locks that hold me in

The score in your favor, I have no chance to win

This fall from grace such a price to pay