Finally Free
Asphyxiated,
try not to choke
The bridges I've burnt
are bellowing smoke
Cutting all ties
with a blunt, brittle knife
I don't need a map
for the circle of life
It's what you don't say
and what you don't do
That's made me detest
and despise every you
The hands and the eyes that
you own are like ice
It's come back around now
you're paying the price
15th June 2011
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