written 2013
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I used to be happy and joyful and free
Now life has put its shackles on me
And all this stuff’s built up inside
But I have no more tears to cry
I’d say I thought what we had was real
I know I should leave
I know I’ve got to get out of here
How many times do you think I’ve packed my bags?
it’s been so many I’ve lost count
Here is a different world
where I’m ignored, unloved, forgotten