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What's up Doc?
Your mind is a swirl of confusion
Mine as set and as clear as day
I see what you refuse to see
The final curtain making its way across the stage
The end is near and your nervously racing heart smells it
Your tongue can taste the bitterness of it
Your finger tips slip of it
The fear of falling into the unknown grips you
I am forever changed
And I refuse to submit to your childish whims
I own my future as sure as I own my past
You'd better learn to love me this way
The door is wide open
And a caged rabbit
Only needs a hair to trigger
To be gone with the wind
