Media Blitz Life Sentence
Tearing skin, it's digging in
Filled with doubt from the inside out
Is it modesty or dishonesty?
To always question myself
In my mind, I'm doing time
Restitution for my crimes
Crippled by doubt, shamed by what we lack
Like adding more weight to our broken backs
I pull free and find
Room to breathe, but I'm
Still serving
A life sentence
Tearing skin, it's digging in
Filled with doubt from the inside out
Is it modesty or dishonesty?
To always question myself
In my mind, I'm doing time
Restitution for my crimes
Internment is time well spent
In solitary confinement
I want so much, to have the answers, but I don't
What I know is all I know
They'd like so much to meet, the expectations, but I won't
What I have is all I have
They'd like me to be, what they'd like to be, but I can't
What I am is what I am
