white walls

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White walls. While I sit on my bed and look around the room, Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom, Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars, What was my reason for stealing these cars?
In a desk a bit tight,With bright white walls, Years ago when life was simpler and I was still cute,A mind full of wonder in a room full of knowledge,A preacher with a book of poetry instead of the Bible,Out comes the words, so sacred to me now, o
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