Breaking Free....
You wanted me
Came up and tried to drag me
Down to your firey pits called hell
Not wanting me to dwell on the good
Trying to force to stay with the bad
Stabbed me when I tried to get away the first time
But...
I kept going
The second time you shot me down
But...
I keep going
The third time
You pulled me
But...
I keep going
Just give up now
Because I am going to
Brake away....
Copyright © Breana Wiggins | Year Posted 2008
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