To be free..
What's it like?
I've never known the flavor.
I put in favors after favors.
My face in in the pavement.
Broken chains but still I chase perfection.
Never find the right directions.
Always looking for exception.
But always find deception.
This pain is so real
The deal made with demons.
The female made the seal in my heart.
Forever stitched, felt in my heart.
Wish their was do overs but it's a pest.
It's part of me now, shackles and all.
Falling victims to loves hate triangle.
Between heaven, earth and hell.
We choose to walk through hell.
Many years settle for life on earth,
Then die happily in heaven.
But satan loves me and I shouldn't keep him waiting.
Goodbye simple words.
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