I’m troubled by what lies ahead
Youth has left me and is now gone
The person I knew is only a memory
For I haven’t been myself for so long
I’ve spent my life secluded and lonely
Daily routines are all I know
I’ve arisen at the same time everyday
And gone where I’ve been told to go
Yet today I am free and make my way
No longer confined to my small abode
I’ve done my time and paid for my sins
Why does freedom feel so desolate and cold
Though fire once flowed through youthful veins
It has cooled from the icy depths of reality
Society is convinced they’ve saved my soul
Confusing retribution from truly rehabilitating me
No doubt I won’t last but a few days
Before I do what I think should be done
There is no future for a man without hope
Salvation possible only from the end of a gun
