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In Prison

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I was jolly; not until you came and control me

I was me; not until when you told me what I need to be

I was happy; not unil you put me in your jail

I was proud; not until you almost makes me kneel


I entered this relationship to explore more

You never accepted me like an open door

You were so nice and kind, that was before

Am I wrong? I should have never expected more


I say things clearly yet you never believe in me

You have a pride which is so high, I always worry

Being eaten by your ego is not making us happy

In put us in place where we never wanted to be


How's this called a wonderful relationship

I see things that is so unclear and some shit

I never beg for you to change yourself

I cannot take it anymore, so I will save myself