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Scared
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The Old Stuff Scared to tell him everything,
Scared to be the one to blame.
�Cause he�s an iron fence around me,
An aquarium encompassing the sea .
Overflowing yet constricting,
Breaking free, let me flee!
But still afraid to walk the ground
Where shattered glass creates a sound.
My tongue is sharp
Like the glass we now tread upon.
Conquering the spike-topped fence,
I spy a forest dank and dense.
A perambulator now in solitude
Yet eerily not alone.
I see a raven, hear an owl
The wolf�s presence known by his howl.
It�s a dreary world alone
In the choking opaque fog
It�s a dreary world without you
My life�s color now a darkened hue.
