Riding across the desert sand
Not giving up what I crave my sin
Looking back on the rear view mirror
Letting go my family sake for death
Striving for one more kick
Thinking this won't make a stick
Giving in one last sin
Something had to hit the bin
It's okay I chose my life
It's okay they can live and let die
This choice is my fault
Selfish acts for dreaded times
Captured and cuffed against my will
Shamed for deeds that now have no thrill
Friends to choose have come and gone
Sitting in my cell knowing what was wrong
Asking myself is there some hope
Realized life is more than one joke
Leaving behind this shed of guilt
Moving forward with life what a thrill
Every action that is made has put me in this place
Every reaction that was made was my displace
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