HUNG

I see her sitting in a room

beautiful pictures of imaginary lands

doesn't realize it's her doom

a sealed window she banns

 

Sitting in your room

Making yourself think its fun

Trapped is your spirit

Not knowing is your mind

WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN ROOMS

 

No wind to lift her spirit

just colorful chains straining her mind

there's dust in the air, she doesn't feel it

breathing it in making her blind

 

Sitting in your room

Making yourself think its fun

Trapped is your spirit

Not knowing is your mind

WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN LANDS

 

One day I knocked on her door

I saw the makeup covering her anger

decked me and I hit the floor

her appearance to me is farther and stranger

 

Sitting in your room

Making yourself think its fun

Trapped is your spirit

Not knowing is your mind

WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN WORLDS

 

I hope she'll realize soon

terrified is the sun

disappointed is the moon

while others love and run

     she sits there thinking she has won

 

Sitting in your room

Making yourself think its fun

Trapped is your spirit

Not knowing is your mind

WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN UNIVERSE

 

(or do we?)

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