The Rage

You feel all alone on a stage

You feel like a bird locked in a cage

You’re life’s a picture closed ina page

The Rage

You feel you’re standing still as you’re growing in age

You know you’re blowing up

As you feel the rage

You’re all alone

They’re hearts are stone

Like a bird locked in a cage

Life’s a picture closed in a page

The Rage

It’ll grow inside you

Eventually blind you

The rage

You may have grown in age

But that doesn’t matter

Cause you can still feel

The Rage

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