 | My mind thinks of all the times,
We lived our lives outside the lines,
But to me you’ve left no choice,
For I have yet to hear your voice,
All those times I’ve been alone,
My world turned grey, my heart to stone.
I know I should leave,
Because I must retrieve,
This poor torn heart,
That was whole to start.
You’ve shackled me with this chain,
But I know there’s more to gain,
If I could get out,
I’d let up a shout.
And hope that you could clearly see,
How happy I can be,
When from these chains I’m finally free.
Written by LilDreamer0014
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