When Will I Be Free
When will the end come
Of all this sadness, frustration, and anger
Trapped in a prison with no way to escape
Your voice is like a knife being thrust in
my heart
I don't want to need you
Yet my body craves your laugh, your
smile, your eyes
You look at me and rage builds inside me
You talk to me and my heart melts
Without you I beg for you to come back
With you I just want you to leave
I must get out of this dungeon
And be free from your grasp
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