These Walls Part 2

When I learned to swim

I wanted to go deep

But as you can see

Furiously underneath

The defense of a person who pleads guilty

I want to learn about who I will be

Get a new P.O.V.

Ready to get filthy

Get a room

G.I.V. me a V.I.P pass

Make it last

‘Fore I crash

Back in the blueberry tree

Staying underneath

And in between

These walls have songs that shouldn't be sang

But they calling me if I wanna hang

Out with the crowd

Just to feel proud

But I lose my pride cause I don't wanna hide

In these walls for far too long

Always got a feeling like it's just wrong

That I came in to do a song

About how I’m locked in and Now trapped up

Lock up

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