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Prisoner inside me
01/08/2004 @ 9:23pm
By:
dying

Whats the point
in waking up each morning
just to" live" another day
why do they even call it life anymore
theres nothing to live for
nothing to look forward to
its just a living hell
everythings been takin away
nothing left but emptiness
darkness and anexity
we cut ourselves to feel excitment
we feel no pain
we' ve trained our sences
we have no life
why do we try to fool ourselves
into thinkin we might make it
we'll never make it
our generation is lost
the youth of America aint it grand
a generation of fear and anger
we hate u all u created us
then u ruined our world
we live for the moments
not for the future
we dont really care what
happens to us
nothing mattes
its like a prison but
we can go anywhere
but no matter where we go
nobody can free us
from our inner darkness
from our chains and bars
we'll always be prisoners inside
 
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