The Museum of Orphaned Concepts

When I think about the price of admission

And the size of the wait

I would've probably denied this position

Tried to make my escape

But I pressed on, frustrated

Pushed through and waded

Past crowds that were so dense

They obstructed my view

(Of the eventual outcome)

Pose me, place me in a glass display

Study every move I make

Watch as my body starts to decay

Will they learn from every mistake I've made?

I hope there's something inside this fucked up brain

Or was it all a waste?

So often I wonder if people still get that

I'm just a real person, not a sample to gawk at

And I know that my own life decisions brought me to this

(My eventual outcome)

Pose me, place me in a glass display

Study every move I make

Watch as my body starts to decay

Will they learn from every mistake I've made?

I hope there's something inside this fucked up brain

Or was it all a waste?

What will be said when I am gone?

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I've spent years of my life as a constant exhibit

To be covered in dust

When they turn off the lights and they exit the building

Will they be able to match a name to my face?

The years add up

The years add up

Will they care?

Is that enough?

The years add up

The years add up

The years add up

Is that enough?

I've been displaying myself in a case

Broadcasting my problems in space

Just hoping that someone relates

As the years passed by, I became

An artifact buried away

To be found at a much later date

Here I am, just have your way

Where's the need?

Dig a hole

Wrap me up

Take your notes

Bury me