A voluntary isolation sentence
A cocoon of doubt to sew
Serving what I thought was penance
A pain from down below
Surrounded by the echo
It's words I can't ignore
All hope lost from the get go
The ending to settle the score
Repaying a debt of borrowed time
The tax for past discretions
An orphan to such a fatherless crime
I'm repeating these failed lessons
It's only now I can finally see
How sins of the past reflect upon me