Really?
Do you love me?
I don't think so
Yesterday you were my heart
And now you are my foe
You told me to get a life
And scowled in vain
Now you have died of a knife
Laying cold in the rain
I never thought I would stay
Here in this damn cold cell
For I don't feel very well
I never knew prison
Was such like hells gate
But now I know all the give you to eat is an empty plate
I am now thankful for everything I had
Though it is to late for I was bad
