#1
You're ingenius
and I mean this
you can come off the dome
but it won't bring you home.
you sit in your cell
while past presently gives
you hell you're in the ring
gloves off and there is no bell
be aware nothing in this life is fair
you sit there and act like you
don't care but you keep it inside
and just don't share not to the
loved one that comes in and sits
beside you and you lied to 'em
thinking it's for the good if
things seem better you would
explain it to me in a letter
you don't want to scare me, lose me
you can't if you choose me I'll do
whatever needs done you may be
walking single but you're my
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