Chains+Scars

These chains and scars,
And the pain of being behing bars.
All the other times I fell,
I was burning, stuck in hell.
But now yew watch me,
Standing there, holding my key.
I stare at the stars,
Feeling the pain of my scars.
And when I look into yewr eyes,
I know it all was lies...
I want to ask yew why,
But yew dont care im about to die.
And now I rot in this room,
Realizing that this is my tomb.
And all this came to be...
Because yew could never love me