I'm free as a bird, yet my mind is confined,

All the thoughts in my head, sins and misdeeds, locked up - enshrined,

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When your leg is broken, you can grasp it and yell ow,

But when your mind is in a turmoil, you can't grab it and make it better with a simple mental capow,

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There's nothing physical to grasp, just you and your own thoughts, confined in a space together,

Clawing at your sanity, messing with your values - fighting against each other,

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When will this demon inside me disappear, when will I defeat him?

These days, I feel like I'm going to sink, drown - unable to swim,

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I confess to God each Sunday; Forgive me father, for I have sinned,

But in the back of my mind, the devil is happy - he padded me on my back and then he grinned.

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