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Kayla W

Life is a Prison

Copyright Kayla W

life is a prison
oh lord let me out
no one to listen
to hear me when i shout

climb the walls of insanity
ride the waves of despair
if you fall it don’t matter
theres no one to care

used to wish for a window
to see birds tree and sky
but i’m better aiming without one
stops me aiming to high

watching freedom is painfull
for those locked away
seeing joy love and happiness
another price you pay

strong is good weak is bad
be it false be it true
your mind makes the choice
and inforces it too

cell walls built by society
with rules to adhear
if you breach the acceptible
you better beware

hide the pain carry on
routine is the key
don’t let on that your not
what you’re pretending to be

lock it all up inside of you
how badly that bodes
look out for that one day
when it all just explodes

leaving naught but a shell
base functuality too
but killing all else
that was uniqly you

so how do you grow
with a time bomb inside?
or how to defuse it
without destroying its ride?

you can’t

 

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