The pain is rising up again,
I feel it build and build - and then
My feet they march auto-matically,
To the room that's become my sanc-tuary
On knees so bruised and scratched, I kneel
The pain in my heart makes it hard not to keel
But with a sigh and a heave - my hurt flows out
And everything is calm again, without a doubt.
The world slips away, with my pain, as I lie
On the cold tiled floor and wonder if I'll die
I feel empty, and small, like the shy, timid mouse
Who is trapped in the walls - of her hard, defensive house.
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