depression
Is this how my life is supposed to end?
Alone and locked up in the pen, down on my luck and up against the wind
It seems like my confidence is slipping and setting in is depression and misery
I can’t blame nobody for this problem but me
By TG 3:30 in the morning not a soul in sight. The prisons like a ghost town when the guards turn off the lights. Teardrops only tattoos there’s no crying…
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