Inmate

I feel like an inmate 

As if I were a piece of bait 

This just fills me with hate 

But wait.. 

Isnt it just great? 

I can tell 

You fucking know whats like to be in hell 

When your trapt in your own cell 

No lets not start pointing fingers 

We are all condemed now 

Can you hear the bell? 

Its that carappy sound

Your inner voice

Telling you to pick a choice 

Tic...Toc...Tic...Toc.. 

Surprise, Surprise! 

This is the world 

Where you're crowned by who? 

P E O P L E 

Where you might drown 
 

By the many wounds 

I dont know

Maybe its just me 

but I mostly tend to go with the flow 

because somethings are just meant to be 

Im trapt 

In the "im sorry, i miss you, i love you,'' Ive kept 

Putting always first my pride 

Regardless if tomorrow I die 

Always saying false words 

That come out of my mouth like raging birds

Words being words

I taste the irony i saw to people 

Without meaning them 

I drink the tasties shit 

Smoke what kills you in a hit 

Man, isnt it lit? 

It brings me grief 

But i guess life wasnt meant for the weak 

We all thrive to survive in our diffrent methods 

Its whats expected... 

I dont know 

Im trapt 

Looking through people 

Not being satisfy 

In a life living disguesied 

Remaining my scars 

off all my falls 

Yet I satnd 

Because at the end 

We are all inmates

That blend 

Making many mistakes

Some of thinking that the love of one 

Will bring us to our happy freedom 

Sometimes youre the one 

that can help yourself climb 

off lifes shelf 

Raise up the gun 

Shot fire to your old self 

To be able to set your new self free

Sometimes we have to flee