I look out the window, at the world just beyond.
Knowing it's not for me.
Me, in my suite of orange.
I taste the copper of pain, hear the screams of despair
I know I can't hide,
Inside my suite of Orange.
What's to become of me, how will things go?
Will I be able to live,
Without my suite of Orange?
When it's all said and done, what will people see?
A man standing tall?
Or...just a shell of what was.
Nothing...
but a suite of Orange
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