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Four walls, locked door, This concrete ceiling,
As I sit in the corner and write what i'm feeling;
About the day spent chillin, Maxing out and relaxing.
Remembering your walk; The last night we talked.
You should have run away..

It's all your fault; Coulda screamed for help.

It's all your fault,  For not giving me the eye.

They said I killed six.
But as you now know..

Thats a lie.