I am in jail
I am in jail, a prison cell so small and so tight
The walls are not made of concrete or solid block
The windows and doors are not even covered with steel bars
My cell this hell is my body, my brain, my past
The jailer knows me well, my deepest and darkest fears
I go to bed and wake up to screams and tears
I tell the loud voices to shut up, leave me alone, please stop
But they only get louder and more and more taunting
I share this cell with my soul the two of us alone in here
She knows my past, she knows my present, my all
I see every scar that covers her body a grim reminder
Of where I have been, who I am and how I got here
My cell door is not even locked, the door is open
The only thing keeping me this hell is me.... me
A new day begins and my parole hearing is now commencing
The judge my conscious the prosecuting attorney my convictions
I sit here waiting my turn to speak as my past is thrown in my face
It s up to me now, freedom is right there for the taking
Will I walk out today or will another day be added to my sentence?