there's violence in your eyes when you tell me about your life
there's guilt in your tone when you talk about your home
you live a life of a convict yet you've never done any time
you only see right and wrong the way they've been taught
to you

you are waiting for someone to save you
but your release is in your own hands
denial won't heal you from this one
so pack your bags and walk away

there's silence in your mind when you're searching a way out [bad word] will rise its head on your way to the unknown

years of abuse takes its toll
your suffering will make you fall
into the void

make an attempt to start again
only this time you won't have to bend
like you used to