Jailed Ira

What can I say that isn't too much?
What can I say that I may?
What can I say that won't get me sent away?
What can I say? I have bad luck

I guess I'll say what I'm saying now
I guess I am what I think is safe
I'm not who I am, when I'm in this chair
In a building of unfair
I need a safe to wow
Safe, all I ever am is safe now

In a building entitled school
In a building where one rules
Where how much is too much
Even in my brain
You can be indecisive, but don't be insane
Be freely creative, but follow the structure

"Off! Away, you have no choice, away!"
What can I say that isn't pain?

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