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Can i get out?

Or am i confined?

You wonder why,

I hate you so.

You trample my heart,

and still you don't know.

The pain is constant,

You breath is the sound of death.

You fight, and fight,

but for what do you do it?

A simple thrill?

An Urge to kill?

To see someone in pain.

To destroy their hopes and dreams,

to tear them at the seams.

You beat us down,

and step over us,

then an authoritating crown.

You think us fools,

For being our own people.

But you don't see,

thats what we need to be.