BRICK by BRICK
Woke in the grey light, another day begun Same four walls around me, where did the feeling run? They told me in the classroom, they whispered in the hall Every little pleasure would lead to a great fall. And the shadows lengthen on the pristine page Another confession in this gilded cage They built it brick by brick with every fearful word Now all I ever hear is what I've always heard. Stolen moments after dark, a glance across the room A fragile kind of comfort blooming in the gloom But then the old voice echoes, a hammer in my head Saying every touch you cherish is a path you shouldn't…
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