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Free like the others, I want to be.
But I'm stuck, I can't be me.
The chains hold me down.
A vital consumption, a lonely frown.
Why can't the other see.
Or do they agree.
With me being tied up.
Maybe I was setup.
They're no such things as friends.
They don't try to make amends.
I'm stuck counting down.
Until I recognize my crown.
What I once owned.
Remembering I was stoned.
They've taken it away.
And left me with such dismay.
These shackles only remind.
How I use to shine.
But, I've been tainted.
Like something beautifully painted.
And covered with crime.
Now I'm doing the time.
With my life and mine only.
Despite how my vision is blurry.
I will regain my stance.
My life will advance.
 iElectronica · Sat Nov 13, 2010 @ 09:50pm · 0 Comments |
