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All my life iv lived in this hell.
Trapped inside my home, called jail.
Locked up tightly in this cell.

Bars of steel, keeping me in,
covering my door way, covering my window.
No passage of freedom, no light to see,
nothing to help guide me.

Darkness is the only thing inside my eyes,
till the prison guard unlocks the cage that holds me.

To feed me, its the only time i get to see open space,
the only chance, i have to escape.

Plan, plan, my escape,
for it is my only way.
I need to escape,
I need to run far far away.

Ill take my time,
inside this cell and form
my plan inside my mind.

Ill take it into my hands,
and form a wicked plan.

Ill wait, and wait,
till my chance shows its face,
and then ill take it.

No one will know,
till im long gone.

And then it will be way too late.

I escaped.