Changes
I'm trapped in my mind
like a prisoner behind bars doing time
I paid my dues
but in the end I keep getting screwed
so what can i say
good things happen but never come my way
there was time that I wanted to give up
but I looked up in the sky and I don't know why
I heard a sound and it said drink from this cup
for this is my blood
eat this bread for this is my body
if you could find somebody that had that experience
I would like to know if he changed his appearance
because only yourself can change how you are
life's too short to be torn apart.
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