In Here
I think I'll go outside
At least out there it's quiet
I don't have to impress the trees
And the frogs don't seem to mind it
Out there the breeze it blowing free
Out there the sun is shining
In here the air is bitter cold
In here, I fear, I'm dying
April 7, 2002
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