The years of pain.
As time just seems to pass us bywe ask ourselves and wonder, why?
Must we have to live like this
inside a place that one can't miss?
The days, the weeks, the months, the years,
to some bring cries of lonely tears.
You just don't know " it's hard to face ",
to waste your life inside this place.
If not a fence behind a wall.
I've heard the cries and seen it all.
As time goes by you'll feel the blues
cause all you've gained in life; " you'll lose ".
The house, the car, the kids, the wife,
is what I lost to take a life.
A price too high for some to give,
for they might lose the will to live.
It's plain and clear " the years of pain "
will cause good men to go insane.
So think of what I've said today...
Cause in this place, " you're here to pay ".
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