• im stuck in your prison,
    bleeding from the heart.
    maybe ill die tonight,
    just rip my legs apart.

    im not the problem.
    its only what u chose,
    even though now,
    i am completely exposed.

    i give up just bury me now,
    rip off my skin,
    toss my body in the crowd.

    i dont know where to go,
    or what i need 2 do.
    but now i know,
    you never spoke the truth.

    im stuck in your prison.
    the floors with footprints in the mud.
    messy ceilings and all the rest,
    adorned with my own blood.

    no one knows im here,
    well atleast maybe they dont care.
    drowning in my own fear,
    but so tired of being scared.

    sometimes i dont have dreams,
    or atleast my memories are gone.
    im as empty as it seems,
    but its not any less wrong.

    he tries to get in my cell,
    but i fight back.
    hes bleeding from the ears,
    so in his future there isnt much to tell.

    he begs me to help him from his deathbed,
    but this may be my last chance to leave.
    i end him with one last blow to the head.
    all that just to make me free.