What have I done, I feel so alone. Trying to recover, the heart made of stone.
I had to have you in every way, insanity became my life everyday.
with the officers help on that nov. Night, I threw up my hands & gave up the fight.
I sat in a cell for 4 whole days. What have I done, I'm livin in hell.
Next to a murderer, junkies & thieves. Becoming what once were my pet peeves.