I feel like a prisoner inside my own home
The warden to keep me in is a microphone
Telling me to come up with something new
But I haven't got a clue
Of the words I needa spew
Basically always feel the need to write and record that I feel caged inside of my house, and what keeps me in the house is the microphone. Yet, I don’t have anything to say, and it’s pushing me.
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