How would you feel
If your point of view
All the things that you wrote
Influenced more than a few

Millions of people executed by
Your ideals, your frustration, your hatred
And your shattered dreams

Making a solid foundation
For a society you never knew

Walking alone just with your thoughts
It didn’t seem so bad at first
Year after year solitude came to be
A prison from which you would
Never, never escape

Until the moment that death came to take you
There you sat rotting as life ate you away
Oh darling could you write my end?
Oh darling could you write my death?

So what will it be? (What will it be?)
How do you feel? (Could you tell me?)
If you had to make a choice (If you had a voice)
Can I be free? Please let me be
Walking alone just with your thoughts
It didn’t seem so bad at first
Year after year solitude came to be
A prison from which you would
Never, never escape

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