Breath in the fresh air in darkness of the night this is my prison cell for the time i wont fight for my sanity this time I'll let my mind roam free in this prison cell of mine.
I hid the razors where no one else could find with sainted blood on them it's all mine no one ever asks if they did id never tell.
The blood drips down my arm on to the clean polished floor, my drawings will be flawless to night.
I dip my hand in the blood, and draw lazily on the wall the stuff i never say written in blood on my prison wall.
I lay down my head on the cool floor my wrist dripping blood more then before I fight for a breath though i cant fight at all that's what they all whisper in the halls.
On my bedroom wall i wrote it all my story stained in blood for me tomorrow will never come.