Who are you?
I’m locked inside prisons bars-
So much I want things to be right-
I can’t get out of here- I can’t put up a fight.
Each time I get released my spirits are high-
I always think I’ve finally received the power to say bye.
But then again you pull me back inside the cell.
It’s like living in the deepest parts of hell.
Your flamed chances are burning my toes.
This continuous torment just flows and goes.
The fire is getting hotter and higher.
Is it my fault because I’m a scared liar?
Am I the one to blame?
Was I the one who lost my mind and went insane?
I’m thinking of finally leaving- letting go and running.
Screw that! I’m jumping in a lake.
It’s not me- you’re the one that’s fake.
You put me in this mess.
Why should you not deserve any less?
You shouldn’t- -
Let’s introduce you to my jail cell-
Welcome to the deepest part of the black hell.