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I walk to the center of the room

The people in white come towards me



I just sit there

There is nothing i can do



I just dont' move

They want me to move

I can't



They drag me out of there

Now I'm in a white room with pads

what do i do?



I walk to the center of the white room

Cause I won't move when anyone is near me

After they leave I start to go stir crazy



Its to bright

ITs to dark

Its to dim

Its to gaudy

I sit in the white room and don't talk

I'm there for the rest of my life they tell me

I wonder how i can get out

They say i will never exscap this place

And me of coarse finds a way to exscap...