Charlotte's hell...

Captive here; I am the Devil’s captive here
he told me my place was with the wicked
and the vindictive. . .
reach for the gun that has not one bullet
lie and lie again, but he already knows my sin
of course, you can leave anytime ~ he says
then why am I still here? I tearfully ask. . .
that’s not my answer to give, but yours to find
everyone dies in various ways on various days 
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so many lives and widowed wives, I collect them all

And I just...smile again, and I die inside again...over and over. I don't know, what it'll take to stay out of that place. I'm trying my best...but I don't know if it'll be enough… 

However, the door was never locked ~ only my mind
escape was within my grasp, but my eyes saw no freedom
leave me here to atone, repent, lament my lost home and soul
leave me here to die again and again. . . over and over
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