All I can do is sit back,
It's too late to stop this mess.
I'll put on some formal clothes,
Smile and watch the attorneys,
As they battle it out.
And speak on my behalf.
My father told me to behave,
I responded simply "always."
I didn't listen then...
I'm the same as I have always been.
I'm a little bit disturbed.
A darkened escape artist..
So now I fade in and out.
But I cover all my tracks.
Hide inside my hole.
And plan for the future ahead.
I try to live below the radar.
So I don't I'll sleep in a cell.
Go to meetings and recover.
Tell them all is well.
When people seldom change,
I haven't lost ties to my past.
I'm still the boy I was,
Now I need alternatives to incarceration.

Now I stand before a jury,
And past problems seem so petty.
Im just another poor soul who lost on the lottery.