I'm not jailed,
But my feelings are,
They've been always there
Waiting for the time
When they'll be free
Thought it would be better
To keep it where I thought they belong
But what I thought was totally wrong
It's more than a pin
Acupuncture in my body
It's more like a knife
Cutting deeply in my life
Thats just what I feel
Everytime I keep mum
While gripping my hand.
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