Gisele Robin Poet I do not know?

Freedom, Keys, Take These Chains Off Please.

Freedom, keys, take these chains off please.
Summer burns down,
stinging my eyes,
making my body weak.

Love, hatred,
put into drugs,
it makes me high, 
I wish I could runaway.

I'm stuck to you,
no matter where I go,
your always in my sight.

These chains,
keeps digging into me,
like I'm a bandait,
that you found.

Please, oh please,
someone make him go away,
he's the one who has the key,
he's the one who I need shut out of my life for good.
Freedom, keys, take these chains off please.

He's the chains,
he's everything,
that makes me high.
He's the lock away from my actual freedom,
he's more than an enemy, 
but he's someone that I wish I never had met. 

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