The Truth Episode 5

May 18, 2020

I'm sorry I've never felt free

Your words, they've captivated me

I'm a hostage in this mistake

This mistake you call your daughter

I can be ugly but it doesn't matter

I'm a hostage stuck in a room

That's full of perfume from you

That smell of crystal meth

Taking your last breath

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