Flying/Escaping – 4/2/00

Trapped in my cell, spending four weeks in Hell
Empty and alone in my world I dwell
Dreaming of the worst and what to do first
To end the sentence before I burst

With nothing to lose and all out of booze
My fuze is getting short and hotter
I wish I had a sheet of blotter
She thinks I forgot her

Then the day came and I lost my mind
With no explanation of the bind, I started to go blind
Giving up on everything I had and very glad
To know that freedom and the escape was already had

4/2/00

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