To my troubled bro who can't seem to stop...and it may take prison or worse to learn. |
once again your freedom is gone but in your head it has not dawned the reason for your captivity the thief who took your liberty you know who put you in those cells thanks goes to you and no one else no friend or foe put you on that shelf the thanks goes only to yourself you protest that it’s hell you’re in where do you think we’ve all been it was someone’s fault, that’s true the only one to blame is you it’s not the system you should fear just take a look in that mirror you’ll see the one who did the wrong with a car, with a smoke, with a bong a second chance is only fair you lost that red-handed on the stair we were prepared to put it in the past third and fourth chances lost like the last you blew your shots one by one all in the name of a little fun that kind of fun comes with a price you bet fate and rolled the dice a gambling addict who bets his life debts graver than coin is your strife time and again we hoped you would learn to your fingers you’ve let that match burn many had given you their trust that number diminished with every bust the tortured victim you keep playing when it’s at jail you are staying a wish of death is your fix and who put you in this mix who took away your dreams of fun who took away that glowing sun you have only you to blame for your anger and your pain plentiful choices were there to use and each in turn you did abuse that quantity has now shrank and who do you have to thank thank your lack of common sense can someone really be so dense now, the options left will be tough don’t lose them with another bluff be prepared to work very hard to find and pick up every shard to reconstruct what you destroyed those lives with which you had toyed so now take this straight to heart as you join each broken part every crack will still remain as reminders of the pain you caused to you and to those few who tire of this game |