Prison Bars Will Never Love You Like She Does

See that boy, head low and afraid,

Bloody mouthed, sweaty faced, his morals astray,

in his orange ball and chains,

that he wears on his skin,

letting fear eat him slowly, consumed from within.

See that boy? The one who broke the rules,

the one who stole and was recklessly fooled.

'Cause they told him he wouldn't get caught if he fell,

but he did, now he's sitting there alone in a cell?

See that boy, the one who's bed is concrete?

See that boy, the one who lays at your feet?

See that boy that's dying inside, the one who loves freedom but now has to hide?

The one who grew up to fear every love, so now he is covered in his own tears and blood?

See that boy who is locked behind bars,

the one who acts tough just to hide his own scars?

See his expressions and see how he cries?

See that boy live, just to see that boy die.

See that same boy that you saw years ago?

Who once was a prince, but now is a toad.

See that boy, see the grave that was made?

It was made for that boy, and from the path which he strayed.

See that boy run and see that boy hide.

See that boy rotting away from inside.

See that boy giving his all to his pride.

See that boy live, just to see that boy die.