Have you ever seen the sunshine from a lonely prison cell, or felt so alone inside, but had no one to tell?
Everyone says they miss you and wish that you were there, but deep down inside you know they just don’t care.
You see the same ole mail man as he greets a hundred men, but the letters you longed for have failed to come again.
Now when my time has finished and I’ve come back to town, how should I trust these people?
The ones who let me down.
Should I act like it doesn’t matter, when it really meant so much.
All I asked was for their friendship, to stay in touch.
So… I ask again, have you ever seen the sunshine in a lonely prison cell?
I don’t think so baby, the sun don’t shine in hell!
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