Trapped inside this place, that they call the human race. Looking for someone to love, other than a turtle dove. Unaware of what you are thinking, I'm alway's wanting to keep on drinking. Trapped inside this place, somewhere in outer space. Hiding from the things that woe me, I can't wait until I am free. The love I once had, turned out to be bad. For me you have forgotten, our love has gone rotten. The love we once had, is no longer a fad. Forgetting you forever, I just need to pull a lever. Not knowing where I stand, guide me, hold my hand.
Reason for writing:
I don't know, I was in jail at the time, what else is there to do, right?
Keep your Pen movin'
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