I had a dream to run away,
But instead I cried and stayed.
Your words are sharp,
The knife is cruel.
Why do you do it?
What did I do?
You have your answers,
Play your cards well.
The mob is crowding here again.
My life is a tip-rope,
For you it's a joke.
Your a hypocrite,
Don't try get me round the bend.
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