the chosen prisioner

Trust me I don't want no attraction

interest is what I yearn whilst infliction

Is there any left?

You like this reality fiction

I'm sorry to tell you that's just a friction

No I didn't lie that's really a part behind the complication

But this ain't no bb the deal is ammunition

Why doest it feel so good when I know its just a prison

only thing I can see and thus I believe in

But now I think it's time

It's the end

I won't yell inside

I got get up out of here

I see my time with imagination there

Maybe its not fair

But I know no one care

Love drought thus not enough to share

Painful alone so its hard to bare another

But me I choose to dare

In my own name I will write this date

Will I walk out? yes if its fate

I think I'm waring off this hate

Too tacky too dirty for my taste

But now I know I'm beyond what I felt

Deeper than how it went

I've been my own vent

I had many tents under my tiny tent

But I can't

I mean I won't

Take it anymore

I'm better than this

I only need I to care for

And I to be sure

I need to unlearn and restore

This is that I was chosen kinda thing

That new I choose to be chosen kinda thing