Frustration arises like smoke in a fire.
Would you ever just shut up and retire?
Get me out of here, set me free.
Make a scene, let you finally see.
Blast this music, shake the walls.
Watch the painted mirror as it falls.
Drain this coffee, let it course my veins.
No one admires your muttered complains.
I want to turn off all the lights, sit in the black.
Hours pass, of time I have truly lost track.
What do I really need in this place?
I just ask for some damn space!
Hide in the forest, get lost in a trance.
Scream a song, give an interpretive dance.
Soon I'll be gone, lost, freed, and alone.
Then you'll have nobody to listen to you moan.
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