A Piece of Me Locked Up
There is a piece of me I'm not seeing
Thats why I'm not being myself
Because part of myself is miles away incarcerated
I hate it, I'm trying to make it, I smile most of the time I fake it
Because of the anxiety inside thats desperately waiting for the arrival of apart of
my heart thats presently missing you
Man! I'm missing you
I hear your voice on the phone
Get letters sometime they make it better
I see your son often and that helps weather the storm
But at times I'm torn between pain and successes
It amazing because I cry in the middle of blessings
Cause I feel like I'm not there because when I look in the mirror
A piece of me is still not here
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