Clementine

Freedom of speech?

I keep checking, checking time, checking for what?
My brain on overdrive and its killing my gut,
Mind controls, we can’t control the mind
You never can, are you people blind?
Step back, pause, breath and rewind
What is the truth you seem to find?
Drain me out,  wet cloth, squeeze me dry,
' This really how you expect your life to fly?
You’re already dead, so you might  as well die.
Not even living, living life as a lie.
Same goes for me, but at least I try.
Honestly, I feel bad gritting my teeth,
But its hard to even believe,
That my outside world is so hard to reach,
Well, hey at least I got my freedom of speech!

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