My lifeThe American dreamFrom rags to richesHopes turned into meansMoney came quick and easyFame from the gifted athlete in meLifestyles of the rich and famousWhere will all the good times

Staring into a mirrorStartled by the stranger looking back at meUnfamiliar eyes unfocusedSomething has stolen who I used to beOnce there was a lightNow just a dark stranger invading my

Two prisoners sitting across from each otherOne silently pondering things unseenI am the one lost in my own thoughtsCold steel table hardness it always bringsIn a dorm full of chaosIron