In this cage, we call home.
No one's around, So we're all alone.
Looking through the grate at the world
and always seeing bars on all the girls.
It's dark in this place called reality.
Trying to think up your favorite fantasy.
Seeing the ants scurry their own way.
trying to sit and dream your day away.
You get tired of being alone in your cage..
do you find someone who shares your rage?

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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