I am tired of the street lights glearing into my eyes at midnight. Restless and confused; misunderstood and abused. Oh, tired of the shit fights; kids just wanna go fly there kites. When will you understand me; how hard can that fucking be?
I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your prisoner of war. I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your fucking ragdoll no more.
Your voice inside of my head; just wishing it was dead. Angels are telling me to run. At my expense; why are you having so much fun? Angry and mistreated; consumed and defeated. Is this a game to you? Why do you feel like you have to run and make me turn blue?
I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your prisoner of war. I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your fucking ragdoll no more.
Hated and caged; jaded and waged. Lighting and thunder; why am I going under?
I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your prisoner of war. I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your fucking ragdoll no more.
Why do you feel the need to concede? I’m not going to lie down and let you push my face into the ground.
I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your prisoner of war. I don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna be your fucking ragdoll no more.
Oh, not going to be you fucking ragdoll no more…….this is my war.
Poetry
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I can totally hear music to this. It’s awesome.