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Take a nail Stab it right through the middle of my palm Now do the other one Do you feel any better seeing me pinned here This is what it feels like to have you pressure me I feel cornered in a room and that doesn't have a door It's has a window though I'm stuck here in this chair My eyes are turning black because I'm sick of blue I don't want this but I'm trying for you I am sorry that I am not good enough but God please know that I'm trying my best Push me on the ground Stomp on my face Use my blood to draw a picture of what I should be doing Use it to make a list of all the **** ups adding up I can't sleep anymore My brain keeps me awake but not in the I'm so energized right now way In the I'm too tired to sleep way Take my hand I make get a little blood on you I hope that's okay I hope that soon I can finally take this chair And throw it through that window And finally be free What I don't know is that the chair is nailed to the ground and the window is glued shut There is no escape for me
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
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Take a nail Stab it right through the middle of my palm Now do the other one Do you feel any better seeing me pinned here This is what it feels like to have you pressure me I feel cornered in a room and that doesn't have a door It's has a window though I'm stuck here in this chair My eyes are turning black because I'm sick of blue I don't want this but I'm trying for you I am sorry that I am not good enough but God please know that I'm trying my best Push me on the ground Stomp on my face Use my blood to draw a picture of what I should be doing Use it to make a list of all the **** ups adding up I can't sleep anymore My brain keeps me awake but not in the I'm so energized right now way In the I'm too tired to sleep way Take my hand I make get a little blood on you I hope that's okay I hope that soon I can finally take this chair And throw it through that window And finally be free What I don't know is that the chair is nailed to the ground and the window is glued shut There is no escape for me
Punkfoot
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Punkfoot
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
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