my mind is a prison, the guard is my pen
this is my punishment for people I've been
its cold in this place but I'm starting to sweat
I live in the people I've tried to forget
I have no more tears so Ill just have to write
of the things I have seen with my near perfect sight
I love some good music that screams into me
my heart is so wounded, can nobody see?
I learned antisocial begins in the home
and I feel less lonely when I'm left alone
I live in the letters of loves I once knew
I walk on their pictures and dream of them too
I chainsmoke my newports and drink too much pop
take pills by the handful and smoke too much pot
the moon is my friend but I fight with the sun
my thoughts have been tainted since I met The One
so inside my head, its not only me
his thoughts are inside me, I'll never be free
and I'll scribble lyrics but never get sleep
the pain has not faded, the scars are too deep
my mind is a prison, my words are my life
my arm is the paper, my pen is the knife.