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