And when you hit me I cry
And I say
It's alright
It's just a bad day
Mustn't ruin the model prisoner life
Because tomorrow you may be nice again
Who knows?
And when you talk me down
I laugh with you
Because it's prison humor
And it goes with the territory
And God knows I could never leave
EVER
or you would hunt me down
and drag me back
and maybe rape me or kill me
And that wouldn't be good for the relationship
So I'll just stand here and stare
As you hold me in your strong arms
And make beieve that I love you
Because we're in a prison...right?
We have to take what we can get
As I stand over the bed
And watch you sleep
And feel the chill of this cold instrument in my hand
I know what I have to do
I have to make you pay
I have to blow you away
And now I live in a box
In a real prison
Waiting to die
For killing you
Justice has been served