As the wind rushes over my head
No longer am I warm in my bed
For I can feel the wind the cold the rain

I am imprisoned I am in pain

Life is worthless in this hole
Miserable desolate, destroying my soul
Talking to myself to keep sane

I am imprisoned I am in pain

Wondering whether to live or die
Wondering whether to laugh or cry
I’ve ruined my life what a shame

I am imprisoned I am in pain

Not knowing how to deal with this time
I know not of the guilt of my crime
I am Harold shipman that horrible name

I am released, no more in pain

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