Locked Away
I am sitting in a room with walls at all my sides,
Starring at the ceiling like I was hypnotized.
Wanting to talk but the walls are much to thin,
Longing to get out but I think they locked me in.
What had I done to be locked so tight away?
To tell the story right I will start with yesterday.
Leaving work early to surprise my wife,
but when I arrived at home I got the surprise of my life.
Overwhelmed in anger I grabbed for my gun,
Kicking in the door to bust up there fun.
So now you know what I’ve done to be locked in this place,
I took out all my anger when I shot him in the face.
That man probably didn’t think that he would loose his life,
But he probably should have thought of that before he screwed my wife.
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