one hundred and forty-five days
tryna hold on but the time goes slowly
two hundred and twenty-five ice cold showers
tryna walk a narrow straight path is a battle
kinda hard to walk when you're chained in shackles
my soul bleeds through these four walls
my heart aches after phone calls
give you my heart that's filled with pain
best friend became the barbed wire
chains broken by the barbed wire
tears dropping from the barbed wire