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Locked In

Cold bars
Cold floor
Itchy blanket
Locked door

Women laughing
Then we cry
Guard yelling
Inside we die

Memory fading
I have forgot
Throw it away now
Brain distraught

Back door broken
House a mess
Why is this happening?
Is this a test?

House too quiet
Laying in bed
They took my babies
I wish I was dead

They say you're gone now
I say good deal
House still quiet
This can't be real

Months are passing
Doing what I can
I want my babies
Broken where I stand

Babies home now
My heart can rest
Picking up the pieces
I do my best

Nightmare isn't over
Bills are piling up
Kiss our things goodbye now
Guess this is our luck

Who needs a big house anyway
Shiny car, big black truck
Things we worked so hard for
Why should we give a fuck?

Like you care
You're not here
Ruined lives
Then disappeared

Must be nice
To run away
You dug the grave
For your kids to lay

Moving on
No time to waste
Back to school
Forget your face

Success is mine
Goals to make
Thought you broke me?
Your mistake

Cold bars
Cold floor
Itchy blanket
Locked door

Women laughing
Then we cry
Guard yelling
Inside we die
Written by GangsterGoose
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