Prision
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Frozen hands on the face
Echoing, echoing
Killing me without a trace
The silence, loud in my ear
What then, oh my, oh dear, oh dear
That’s it, I’m done, life’s not worth living
Throw away those super hero t-shirts and draws,
Take a look at these women in their bras.
Trade in those sketchers,
And let's get you some J's,
Cut that ponytail off
And get a fade.
As I walk down the halls in the prison known as school
I see the clown kissing the cheer queen
I see the Bull pushing the next Einstein down the hollowed stairs
I see the Brick walls creating corners of the prison cells
