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.