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Here I am stuck in this prison cell,

With only stories left to tell.

Oh how this feels like hell.

I watch as the time goes by.

At one minute you feel so high

And the next you’re waving goodbye

Here I am, and here he stays.

He shows me the different ways,

But for how many days?

Is time really as short as it appears?

For a loss you’re always crying tears,

And never escape our fears…

I want to scream and yell.

I want never die.

I want something that finally pays.

I want to finally forget to count the years.

I want to live where the sun shines.

Bright.