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Reclusive in

A poky room

I strighten up

For my self

In my hell, you’ve seen that before

In my self

In my hell you don’t understand

Why I see the flowers above me

All I’ve got the silence around me

Abandoned forlorn and afire

I try to fill up my desires

It’s never enough when you’re crying

There’s more to be done to acquire

My self

From my hell

to stay as I am

My self

From my hell

you don’t understand

The thoughts that I’ve brought into being

Do they convey any meaning

The features in me they admire

There’s more to be done to acquire

My self

From my hell to

get to the core

Of my self

In my hell

I reach out for more