The mind a prison cell for the weak
Locked up into a padded cell
Nothing but thoughts of a bad week
I speak to the shadow men that tell the story of hell
I slam against the walls
Trying to break free
But the voice in my head calls
It says you can't escape from me
You can't run from yourself
You silly fool your just a freak
You were never wanted
Just go ahead and off your self
You sit there and do nothing your weak
I grab the bullet and take a bite
I realize what I have just done
I should have just waited out that night
No turning back what is done is done
