After Therapy
Eight Years (Prison)
Trapped in this place for eight years of disgrace I am wondering what I can do Lies of salvation that bring my damnation And tightens the hand of my doom These chains that bind me where no one can find me My tortured soul won't be let go My senses long for the right from the wrong To feel life like I used to know No scams to trick it or needles to prick it An angel too bright to deceive Thoughts that are spinning behind insane grinning Mere daydreams for my mind to weave Demented screaming disrupting my dreaming The teardrops are falling like rain I run but fall--I'm attached to this wall And can't drag the ball and chain Nobody guards me--I sit and grieve The key is within my reach but I can never leave Lines in the walls made when afternoon falls Mark all my hours of pain Lines in my spine that were scratched from behind More when the night falls again Nothing to do except suffer the moods That sprang from the seeds I have sown Cling to the hope I won't swing from a rope Someday soon I'll be let go
From Letras Mania