I'm breaking out, I swear I really am
Thank you for the cake you gave me
I need nothing more than a nail file
I'll be out of here before...
When will I ever commence the great leap
Riddling life held me back
Not caring at all made me blind
And this is when I hear the prison gaurd's footsteps closing in
I'm beaking out, I really will try at least once
Thank you for the cake you gave me
but I think I need more than just a nail file
I'm not getting out in time before...
my execution will be engaged
or maybe I'll be just enslaved
and forever be stuck in chains
Co-incedence, a flaw or just a waste of a life
Yet our idiotic mistakes are also our flaws
Pour the ripest wine down in the sink
The best bottles I've got in stock
Because I won't enjoy them if I stay in this prison of misery
I'm crying out
Thank you for the cake
Need a reason to go
so that I'll be out of here before they come for me
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