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Your lap is cold
This prison old
Youre supose to help me grow
But i cant go
Your shackles hold me back
I can never react on my own
Cant relax for a moment
Youre always breathing down my spine
And say i cry and whine
But all i want is to fly
Your limitations wont even let me reach the sky
I try to soar but you chain the door shut
what the ****
This is my choice not yours
Stop tying me to the floor and let me be
Dont you see what youre doing to me?
I cant believe you
Im done im breaking through these walls
I dont even care if I fall because I'll fall for something worth fighting for
You can shoot me down with words-i dont care anymore
You cant stop me you can only slow me down
But im heading towards the highway, my way
And im not sticking around for your sunday drive
This is my life and im guna ride





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