The crime

You take your time 
You do your crime 
Of hurting my heart 
You deserve twenty to life 
No parole for you 
I am the judge and the jury
I am sending you away from me
Maybe the hole
That seems to nice for you
You did the crime 
Now do the time 
I use my pain for your cuffs
It should hold tight
There's so much pain in me

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