Re-Living the dreaded scars,
While my friends slowly rot behind bars,
My mistakes that i have made,
I asked they be spared but God forbade,
He was carried of to Alcatraz,
While i sit here with scars on my wrist listening to jazz,
The crimes i commit,
The death i emmit,
I am sorry my dear friend for leaving you behind,
Your grave to me will always remind,
That day i looked back and saw nothing but blood,
As it flowed it looked like a flood,
Sorry for what happened but at least one of us are free,
And i promise from now on i'll be the best i can be.