Way Out
I need a way out
Tired of the way I'm living
Prosistution was the way out
Mom by day
I know it's not meant to be this way
I need a way out
Approached by a man on his way out
He handed me a pamlet for college
I think I found a way out
A major and 8 months later
I found a way out
Education was the way out
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