It's a cage that grows with age
Visitors are rare, they couldn't bear
The truth so blunt, it chokes their lungs
Clean the wounds, paint the pain
Hide the marks, sew a smile
Peek between the bars, you can see the guards
If you see where my heart locate
Come meet me by the

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