THE PRISONER
THE PRISONER
They say you'll never really know
What prison is like until you've actually been there
When your mind betrays like Judas every
Logical thought that runs through your head
When solitary confinement becomes voluntary
When the only thing you truly seek out of life is
To be free from regret which can weigh you down
More than ball and chain
When it doesn't really matter
How sorry you are for mistakes
You may have made in the past
Because redemption is nowhere in sight
When eagerly you wait for loved ones to arrive
But no one pays you a visit
When surrounded by crowds of people
Who claim to be trustworthy, but can't wait for you
To turn your back so that they can F--- you up the A--
When thoughts of death
Sing like song, your favorite lullaby
You know you've been there
In more ways than one
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