You
think
you’ve
gotten
away
with it
But
you
and
I both
know
You’ll
wither
away
sad
and
alone
While
I will
continue
to grow
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You
think
you’ve
gotten
away
with it
But
you
and
I both
know
You’ll
wither
away
sad
and
alone
While
I will
continue
to grow
Twenty three years in prison
Is nowhere near enough
For men like you to realise
We are not your ‘bit of fluff’
If I
hadn’t
been so
confused,
then.I
wouldn’t
feel so
used,
now.