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My Wasteland.



I've been in this town for half of my life now, and I really don't know where I'm goona go. My life is chaotic, it makes me so sick to think about how long I've been stuck!

Cause every second that I waste here is more than I can take dear! I don't wanna do this anymore! People tell me what's wrong, people tell me what's right! Won't you shut the f*ck up, and just let me live my life?!

Well I'm on my feet now, and I can't explain how, but I'm gonna get the f*ck out of here! I don't care if it's wrong, I don't care if it's right! I just wanna make my escape! This will end tonight! I will break all these chains! I'll escape from this cage! I will fly in the night, and begin this new life! And my heart which is cold will begin to unfold, and I'll taste what was wasted there, with no despair!

Cause every second that I waste here is more than I can take dear! I don't wanna do this anymore! People tell me what's wrong, people tell me what's right! Won't you shut the f*ck up, and just let me live my life?!

I'll admit that I've made some mistakes, and my age is still young, but I hunger for more than this! I just can't think that life could be so fucking boring! I dream of a story that's so full of adventure! You could claim I'm insane for complaining about such a wonderful life, but inside I have died! And my heart, it will break, if I cannot escpae from the pain I have tasted here, to my despair!

Cause every second that I waste here is more than I can take dear! I don't wanna do this anymore! People tell me what's wrong, people tell me what's right! Won't you shut the f*ck up, and just let me live my life?!
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