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Finger tapping patterns, sitting here battling daydreams
That are attacking me from all angles,
But I can’t stop telling my self, “you can’t blink,
Sit still”, cuz all I can do is listen and stare
While my mind is whispering sweet innocence in my ear
Nothing occurred, or so they tell me, as if I was never even there
I can’t but.. give in, the truth is known since
I trust every word that enters my mind, they are my only friends
Over and over again, those pressures surface when the public’s
Nervousness of my presence, makes me the puppet to there services
That lead to death in the end, this just can’t be happening now
Blacked out, just woke up back in my house…
Masking these frowns, searching the mirror
seeing the same puzzled looks, the only time it gets clearer
is when I let the thoughts in my brain run amuk…
…All my family is now gone, how come?
I hear another voice saying something like
tell them you never had your hands on that gun
I close my eyes for the first time, or so it felt
Images I’ve never seen before, surrounded by my own living hell
I open my eyes, surrounded by suits and ties
Where am I now?
A whisper grows stronger, I see a mouth moving
I’m trying to make out the sound
people of the jury…
I noticed this place was not that same as my house
today I am here to prove beyond a reasonable doubt..
What’s going on here, what is this man speaking about
that the defendant, Thomas J. Harris, murdered in cold blood
I don’t think I know of such circumstances
His parents, Peter and Lora…
The insanity plea, courts blessed me with anonymity....
I was confident the voices left, but still loathing the death
Of the ones who made me, but life owes me no regrets
The wind blows in the distance, the ocean crashes
Those subtle sounds, I now hear
Are just overcasts of my once known habits
I have grown from tragic events that I still can’t forget
It wasn’t until I turned nineteen, I heard those voices again
It’s poison in my head, they must’ve never noticed I left
I have to approach this with fear
No. I’ll be stoic instead
Laying alone in my bed, knowing the past has passed
And oneday soon I know I will be dead.
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