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I feel imprisoned
The tally is 17 to 0
When am I gonna win a year

I feel like a slave
Ordered around like a bitch
When is it gonna stop

I feel hatred toward the wardens
Bitter & scornful, beaten & bruised
When will I avenge my life

When will I come to terms with my life.
I feel imprisoned   The tally is 17 to 0   When am I gonna win a year      I feel like a slave   Ordered around like a bitch   When is it gonna stop      I feel hatred toward the wardens   Bitter & scornful, beaten & bruised   When will I avenge my life      When will I come to terms with my life.