Cold metal bars block out the sun
soft white pads cover the walls
doctors in white jackets
take notes down the halls
watching me my every move
daring me to try in my strait jacket
that others call my life
nothing to do all day except sit here and stare
my hands arent free to run through my black hair
as i drift away from the sane i look up at the glass
if i look hard enough i can see them looking past
past my eyes past my mind looking at my soul
they would look past my heart if it werent a blackhole
broken so many times so this is how i feel inside
my life.... The Asylum
