I’m a prisoner Of words unsaid Just lonely feelings Locked away in my head
I trap myself further Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speakBut I stop and stay silent
And now I’ve made My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I am a P.O.W. Not a prisoner of war
A prisoner of words Like a soldier
I’m a fighter Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say What you wanna hear
Could you take it if I came clear? Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A. I guess that’s what I am
Scraping this cold earth For a piece of myself
For peace in myself
It’d be easier if you put me in jail If you locked me away
I’d have someone to blame But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind And have me shaking
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I’m a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise, A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness, A prisoner of expectation,
A prisoner of my youth, Run too fast to be old
I’ve forgotten what I was told Ain’t I a sight to behold?
A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it’s cold and it’s hard
Cause there’s nowhere to run
When you’ve caged youself
By holding your tongue
I’m a prisoner Of words unsaid Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head It’s like solitary confinement
I’m a prisoner; Inside a prison of words unsaid
