Prisoner - Rotting Out

Hell ain’t where I’m going, it’s where I’ve been

Humiliation on my face since I was six

I’m sick of laughing just to smother all the thoughts

That left me shaking when I think back far enough

So come with me, into the depths of my mind

Come face to face with everything that I tried to hide

I don’t want it, I wish it was a dream

Take this old life and cut these bad days out of me

A prisoner to somber days

Mama, Do you remember the fear in my eyes

When he trapped you in the room?

I grabbed my brother and I

We ran for our lives

And just like that night, I tremble as I write this

Reliving things through my eyes

They’re mine but I don’t want them

My «forever» problem

A prisoner to somber days

Let the reaper hold my hand and take it all away