The diction is fiction......The destination.....destruction.....
Chorus: If lonely is a prison... Lord knows I've done my time From my lying destination, To the truth I've left behind There's another losing diamond, In every card I'm dealt I'll be holding on to nothing Until there's nothing left Verse: Every word my mama said Keeps exploding in my head Son, it's not too late to turn around Remembering...when my daddy left With all those promises...unkept Me and my old man..... share common ground Bridge: Silence is the hammer... Memories are the nails... Every path to freedom Becomes an empty trail Heartache is the music Every day... the fear Too early for confession Too late to form a tear Chorus: If lonely is a prison... Lord knows I've done my time From my lying destination To the truth I've left behind...... Protected by copyright
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