I felt the pain growing inside me.
But still you wouldn't set us free.
My anger built up over the years.
Dazed and confused, to many tears.
Still longing for what you could never give me.
But still you wouldn't set us free.
We have been down that road one time to many.
A heart of gold, don't have any.
Breathing in the toxic reality,
But still you wouldn't set us free.
Everything you say is dramatised a little to much.
But some how it all comes down to love.
Still counting when you will let go.
But some how I still love you so.
©terrylin53
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