Simple lessons are hard to take
Bad habits are hard to break
Out of sight, out of mind
Lost things are hard to find

Great treasures lost and found
With riches free in bond
To each it’s own and mankind
To me the most so unkind

Dreaming of a front page
Frustration and rage
You make it or you break it
You knew it and you blew it

Evil thoughts that haunt me
Puny demons want me
Delinquent minds are haunted
Wicked and unwanted

Biting hands that feed
Picking wounds that bleed
Waking dogs that sleep
Harvest what you reap

Backs against the wall
On the floor you crawl
On your hands and knees
Doing as they please

No one found me
Walls around me
They surround me
Kept and bound me

There’s no meaning
While you’re dreaming
Noone out there
Ever will care

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