free me?

You say you want to set me free

But your back is towards the door closed. 

I just want to be set free

I know you’re going to miss me the most

I am not happy where I am now 

You picked me up when I fell

You will catch the tide

Enjoy the ride

Be filled with pride 

That you possess something of mine. 

But let me remind you money can’t buy 

The things that you stole. The value it holds. 

You will suffer a hurricane 

You bare the  mark of Cain 

You hold purity in dirty hands  

And now I’m left with the thought of it.

You took what was mine 

You better cross your heart and hope not to die.

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