I had gasoline in my veins
You were the match
that lit my soul ablaze
There were bridges to burn
Leaving old lovers in exile
There’s a special place
for people like you and me
A place where ne’er do wells
and misfits play
Trapped behind trellises
and chain link fences
Chicken wire and cement walls
There’s no glory in gore
No pleasure can be derived
From this pain
No flowers can bloom
In this wasteland
Made by you and I.
Trapped In The Margins 
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