5C

by kala   Feb 1, 2007


Hearing the door shut on me
know i dont have my freedom
regreting all waht i have done now
wearing dumb clothes that i hate
wanting a smoke right now
wishing i had my brother with me
misssing my all friends now
i have no roommates now
im all by myself in a big room
im about to go crazy here soon
wanting my freesom now
wanting a moutain dew
all i see is white on the walls now
my bed is really hard to sleep on
wanting shorty and andrew now
going to group is not scaring
i know people in my group
they are my friends that i havent seen forever and a day
breaking all the rules
without getting caught
its pretty kool now
as longas my friends dont leave
but i still want my freedom
oh how i want to go home now

i made this up when i had to go to 5c and for the people that dont know 5c is just like jail but for people under age.

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