The Prisoner

by Shana   Oct 11, 2006


These days I have no say so in my actions,
I'm tied down and people are controlling me.
Whatever happened to my life?
Things aren't fair, the things I want are too far away from my reach.
I wish I could run away for a while,
maybe then they will respect me.
Then we'll all be together and happy.
We'll love each other, make peace.
That will never happen, just believe in yourself.
This is way more to this then people are making it out to be,
do not candy coat it, strip it naked and take from it, all that it's phucking worth.

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