Prison
coachchris
Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
Having this glass between us
I just can't stand
But I'll put on a face
And act like a man
My hand's on the window
Please put up yours
Or pick up the phone
And say a couple words
My time is now up
Not a word has been voiced
I guess that's my fault
And it's been your choice
Being led away from you
And down the long hall
Back to my cell
With white padded walls
Away from my family
I just can't stand
My face is lifted
I'm no longer a man
I just can't stand
But I'll put on a face
And act like a man
My hand's on the window
Please put up yours
Or pick up the phone
And say a couple words
My time is now up
Not a word has been voiced
I guess that's my fault
And it's been your choice
Being led away from you
And down the long hall
Back to my cell
With white padded walls
Away from my family
I just can't stand
My face is lifted
I'm no longer a man
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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