there's violence in your eyes when you tell me about your life there's guilt in your tone when you talk about your home you live a life of a convict yet you've never done any time you only see right and wrong the way they've been taught to you
you are waiting for someone to save you but your release is in your own hands denial won't heal you from this one so pack your bags and walk away
there's silence in your mind when you're searching a way out frustration will rise its head on your way to the unknown
years of abuse takes its toll your suffering will make you fall into the void
make an attempt to start again only this time you won't have to bend like you used to