Thursday, February 3, 2011

Can I Breathe?

You shove your ideology straight down my throat
I Can't stand your smile, your face, your voice.
Fake love doesn't get me anywhere
If you died tomorrow I swear I wouldn't care
So tell me why I should even pretend
To cherish the abnoxious time in which we spend
I can't say a word, Oh how I wish to let out a shout
But I patiently wait for the day when I can get out
Until then I'm as quiet as a mouse
Stifled to death in this prison house

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