The plan never changed
it was never revealed
suddenly, this cell was just mine

Can I still grow, can I still change?
I don't want to be my father
I don't want to live alone

Another evening in;
another night, pushing everyone away
'All I need is a little space
room enough to think a while
write some lines
a drink or two
Me; all to myself'

But the more I take, the more I die
Of this... poisonous time

Now even on the odd occasion
I go out and sit with other people
There is nothing I can think to say
To have them want me to stay
I've focused every sense within

There should be jokes, there should be smiles here
I used to be so good at this
There should be humour, there should be such love
I used to be so good at this

But the more I have, the more I waste
Of this...numbing space