Doin time.

As i sit behind these walls, forced to think of all my falls.

to think of every mistakes, its almost more than one can take.

these chains i cannot break, reasons why i cannot make.

with many more days to wake im tortured with all that was at stake.

why couldnt i have just stayed home to freaking bake?

with my kids i would have played, instead i strayed.

so many times id say im fucking fine okay!

through every heartfelt letter, a promise to be better.

as i sit inside this cell im pretty sure ive died and gone to hell.  

my family wishes id just get well. To them i yell!

im pretty sure this is the end!.. i mean how much more can one person bend?

but, they were there each time ive fell. they watch me as i fight with all my might.

so when i hear them say " im pretty sure your gonna mend" and " honey this isnt the end". I am suddenly brought back to life,...back to reality, and then i remember that this is all just a minor technicality.

so, ill use this time to heal, even if i hate every nasty meal.

after all, you know what they say...dont do the crime if you cant do the time!