Caged
I grew up holding unto the hands of anger,
It was easy for it to ruin my life.
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I wouldn't have held that knife,
I thought the only way to ease the pain was to take her life.
After all, I did for her,
The sacrifice...
All she repaid me with; were lies.
I gave so much to you
I gave so much to us
Look where we ended up.
You, in hell.
I, in a cell.
We are both caged for life.
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