Little Each day

I die little each day Wish it would go away There is nothing left to say Blood, sweat and tears Lived so many painful years Soon the pain will disappear Sit in silence and weep Another night without sleep The thoughts are dark and deep My own prison Plan the great escape My own prison Time has come to leave it behind My own prison It has got a hold on me Wide awake as moments fade Reflection from a silver blade Endless torture in the shade My body is tired and old Numb from the biting cold Hope I die before I get old My own prison Plan the great escape My own prison Time has come to leave it behind My own prison Lost its hold on me