Get Out

January 28, 2016

Everyday is a waste of time

Im going insane

losin my mind

I wanna get out

If I don't imma breakdown

I feel like this place is taken over me

That's it I'm brakin out

Ive had enough

I have to be free

The time in here is going by to fast

I have to get out so I can live at last

I wanna travel the world

I wanna be found

I don't wanna be trapped in this little town

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