Prisoner Within

Another day is gone the days feel like weeks and the weeks feel like months I did this to myself or did I can I use an excuse for my behaviors my feelings and addictions or wont that be good enough they all do what they've got to do to get through each miserable day at night when we lay our heads down to rest we're so alone dreding the next day praying that the last day of addiction will come maybe we will see the light after the long fight of being our own prisoner our thoughts poking at us our mistakes resting heacy on our chest our conscience eating at our unforgiven souls this life hasn't quit the way I wanted it to be I'm still not free always running fast trying not to look on my frightning past I cut my hair I change my look living so many lives I could write a book all I wanted was to be a star I see I didn't make it far now I'm left with another noticable scar