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by Scott Cole Oct 5, 2016 category : Love, romance / lost love
In the loneliest prison cell That's shaped like a heart, My love's doing hard time For it's been ripped apart. Within these beating walls All my screams go unheard, Behind these locked bars My inner hurt is but stirred. I'm numb yet I'm bruised My happiness is doomed, If misery was an island Then I'm good as marooned. These tears that I've cried Slowly poison my insides, And the further they ascend The more I feel confined. When I've served my days My tortured soul set free, I will forever be scarred From the lies you fed me. Passing time is my bandaid It soothes my aching pain, It's the key to my freedom From your chains of restrain.