I feel alone I tell them my life story Spice it up with tales of glory But they've gone home
I am ignored I holler to be noticed, Shout and scream and rage in protest And they look bored
I'll make them see. I'll laugh at saints and sinners, Mortal men, for I'm the winner Ultimately
I will be free.
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