Being restrain, in this house of hell.
Counting down, my day's to be release.
Praying, that once I get out, I won't look back.
Living amongst man, like a herd of cattle.
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Uplifting sentiment, from a position that could easily be seen as hopeless.
'Polishing up on my talent's, thinking someday, I will shine.
When my final hour's come, im free! Never look back again.'
Way to be. Don't let 'em break you.
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Uplifting sentiment, from a position that could easily be seen as hopeless. 'Polishing up on my talent's, thinking someday, I will shine. When my final hour's come, im free! Never look back again.' Way to be. Don't let 'em break you.