Locked up inside this jail where I get a sporadic glimpse of life
But it's not all sorrow, it's the only place I haven't had no strife
I do not feel anger nor pain, I only experience emptiness within
Abandoned by everyone and yet I keep believing in remission of sin
For I did not choose to do what I did, I wasn't the one in control
You were right calling me a drama queen, played my theatrical role
So now I'm writing you this letter to confide what I always denied
I'll let you in on my dirty secret about the day my innocence died
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Remember everything like it was yesterday, a cold November morning
When I found that revealing picture in the mail without any warning
Refused to believe what my eyes perceived and ripped it into pieces
I never assumed you'd fool around with girls same age as your nieces
So I put it all away, kept on convincing myself that it wasn't true
Oh there have been times I wanted to ask you but didn't know how to
Guess I was indeed a coward, that's what you always called me right?
Maybe my whole existance was a lie, maybe you were just being polite
Doing what you had to, bringing food on the table for the kids and me
But I could no longer keep up with this masquerade, this bourgeoisie
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So if you ever wonder why I ended it all with that rusty knife blade
Because as a woman I felt betrayed, was only useful as your house maid
I can hear you thinking: "why didn't you just kill yourself then?"
That'd be the easy way out, I'd make the same mistake all over again
Because with you, everything was simple but I never felt truly alive
So I decided it was my time to shine like a dime and finally thrive
I'm sorry for laughing at you laying in that puddle of darkred blood
Should've thought of that before you dragged my pride through the mud
Trust me, anything is better than living with such a dictator to obey
So now I hope you understand why I killed my own innocence that day
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Address: Heaven's Gates