I feel like out of sight, out of mind, in many cases it's true sometimes. But now I know, I don't have to be told, being behind bars, we're forgotten souls.
Dismissed from society and thrown in a cell, a nightmare worse than living in hell. Now when you think about your friends from before, you realize they don't even care anymore.
It's funny how your friend from the streets forget all about you when you're facing defeat. Everything was great when you were winning the race, but now that you're locked away they can't show their face.
I'm in an out of sight, out of mind world. Never will I forget these lonely days. Now as I lay in my bunk, my thoughts are cold, because I'm a forgotten soul…
I can't wait to hear from you, but can you please write it straight to me (to the address listed). I will get it faster.
Can't wait to hear from you.
Someone who cares.