Pieces of Pain
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The sounds you make, efforts to show
The idea of prison and the victim you know
You hold your ball and chain for everyone to witness
You sit and create a theme; stuck and powerless
Feeling the right as much more then a sin
Feeling such self destructing acts and still give in
As you keep your eyes closed, a story you tell
As you know the truth, a jump is how you fell
Pain and bruising- your fist holds the problem
Pain and bruising- a life of lie surround them
You see the glass half full you highlight your sooo right
You note its full of balls and chains and wish much less light
Now your struggle to blur whats gray
Now its you wanting company to stay
The key is lost, you want everyone to understand
The loosing is buried and you still have dirt on your hands
Its pain with every heartbeat, the position of the key
Its hiding the truth from everyone and me
Your numb to the beat of what you lost
Your freedom has been hidden- your heart it cost
One last mention of disgust you can see
One last fight of hate then you can be
One last hope and admit the drink does the drowning
One last thought you leave with all your twisted frowning
I hate you to pieces
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