Pieces of Pain

Click Clank The sounds you make, efforts to show The idea of prison and the victim you know You hold your ball and chain for everyone to witness You sit and create a theme; stuck and powerless Feeling the right as much more then a sin Feeling such self destructing acts and still give in As you keep your eyes closed, a story you tell As you know the truth, a jump is how you fell Pain and bruising- your fist holds the problem Pain and bruising- a life of lie surround them You see the glass half full you highlight your sooo right You note its full of balls and chains and wish much less light Now your struggle to blur whats gray Now its you wanting company to stay The key is lost, you want everyone to understand The loosing is buried and you still have dirt on your hands Its pain with every heartbeat, the position of the key Its hiding the truth from everyone and me Your numb to the beat of what you lost Your freedom has been hidden- your heart it cost One last mention of disgust you can see One last fight of hate then you can be One last hope and admit the drink does the drowning One last thought you leave with all your twisted frowning I hate you to pieces Clink Clank