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The Universe is tiny when your whole world’s inside
Nothing matters out beyond the wall
An introvert just hiding - no life, no faith, no pride
Nothing matters - not a blessed thing at all
And every night when day is dead
You crawl into your empty bed
A buzzing wasp invades your head
Remembering things your conscience said
You say those prayers – all alone
And no one calls your telephone
You’re like a dog without a bone
You’ve got a room, but not a home
The Universe is tiny when your whole world’s inside
Nothing matters – there’s a void inside of you
An introvert just hiding - no life, no faith, no pride
Nothing matters - not a blessed thing you do
And every night when day is done
You think about that cursed gun
So sick of life – it’s never fun
The hand you’ve played is almost done
You throw your book and douse the light
Pray to God to ease your fright
You want to die – afraid you might
Another day – another night
The Universe is tiny when your whole world’s inside
Nothing matters out beyond the wall
An introvert just hiding - no life, no faith, no pride
Nothing matters - not a blessed thing at all…
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