My own body as a prison
I am being way to physical
My own body as a prison
Accusing myself as a criminal
Betrayal of the work of your son
My truth is a lie
Importance a belief
The true weight that I denied
Afraid of a relief
What is the use of my vision
It’s bringing me no good
Finding reality my mission
Everything I misunderstood
All the lies, kick them out
Intruding in my mind
Give me what it is about
A light where I am blind
Noticing, no wrong or right
Conclusions are a trap
My head is struggling in a fight
God help me, I need a map
Justice, even to myself
Embracing my mistakes
Accepting a little help
Healing where it aches