Caged Up
My past is finished
It's all filled with pain.
My past is killing me
'Cause I'm trapped in this lane.
My mind is at war with me.
I can't control the thoughts deep
inside of me.
I'm bent out of shape with all this pain.
I think it's time I played life's game.
Before it's time I ask myself,
'Is it right if I took my life tonight?'
Almost turning away, I turn right back.
I decide there is nothing more for me,
Only the end can set me...free.
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