180 days down the drain
180 days spent to waste
180 days made for blame.
Bars that hold nothing but refrain
Days remain that only remain in strain.
Live till the end?
Or rot till you're sane?
I haven't thought of it much, but i've heard deportation is key.
A key that is thrown overseas, never to be seen.
Creating an unopened lock that will never be open without that specific key.
But that key will never be seen through the borded seas.
Leaving that locked piece locked.
Until the boarded seas finally become unchained.
Will i see you soon?
Will this territory ever become your home again?
Will i ever be unlocked by that key that was thrown over the boarded sea?
Will i ever find it in myself to forgive the people that put us through this?
The people that threw you over, leaving my heart locked in this tragedy?
In this destruction..
It's your day today, you day.. yet you're spending it behind a guarded cell, and deep down I know it's all because of me.
I had hope, hope you'd get out.
Too bad that hope did nothing but fail, because you'll be gone in a couple of day. In a couple of days, you'll be thrown overseas.
The key I need, will be gone. With nothing left to be. I'd say I'd visit you, but If I do so I'll be thrown oversea too. We are considered "Aliens." So I can understand why.
Hope you have a good day. You won't see this but I have to say.. thank you for being the one to save me from that horific threat.
Thank you for being the hero I needed, and today.. I will take today to think of no one, no one but you.
I hope you have a great day.
