Imagine the phone chord wrapped around your neck Or your head smacking the dash in a severe car wreck, fighting for your life Striving for oxygen that one breath of pure air, that your lungs won't allow in, Though hypothetical that's how I feel, I'm suffocating here in this glass jar you sealed, trapped and manipulated critisized and scorned, no way to excape, but to think of it, I was warned, but who listens when they know everything, right? I'll stick to that to or else I wouldn't be putting up a fight, surrender, cause the only way for you to be right is to agree with me when I say your wrong, so now I'm saying I wanna be free, I've been in here to long, so I'll lean to the left and push my weight the glass I'm in will fall and break if it's my fate, and hopefully....maybe It'll cut you along the way.Birth sign: Virgo
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