Someone granted on me death
They reached out and stole my life 
My only wish that they held my breath
But instead they used a knife 

Don't need roses at my grave
Don't need sorrow, hurt, or pain 
Stolen life, that i had gave
Stole my life, but what'd you gain

Dewey

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I can feel the chain 
Wrapped tight to drag me down
I can feel the pain 
A sensation that brings me to the ground 

I can feel your eyes 
Set upon me burning 
I will not say goodbye
Even though I'm yearning

I feel very broken 
Torn up beneath your cleets
I feel very broken 
Like the ground Beneath Your Feet...