In this room.
I sit trapped fealing's lit i want to shout.
It's not fair i want out,
NOT like you care cause you weren't there.
To the end yet to bare,
Holding strong to the well known songs
Yet today you should pay for the mistakes I had to play.
you wonder why i have no say because it has bin washed away,
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
In this room.
I sit trapped fealing's lit i want to shout.
It's not fair i want out,
NOT like you care cause you weren't there.
To the end yet to bare,
Holding strong to the well known songs
Yet today you should pay for the mistakes I had to play.
you wonder why i have no say because it has bin washed away,
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