Nightmare Blues
Well I'm locked in this prison, but I made it myself
I'm locked in this prison, but I made it myself
I just sit and stare, while time walks away
Well I scream at the night, but nobody hears
I scream at the night, but nobody hears me
"I can't help you son, you better try up the street"
Well I'm grasping at straws, but they just melt away
I'm grasping at straws, but they just melt away
I'm trapped by the spirits, I'm held in my mind
Well I've got to get away, gotta make my escape
I've got to get away, have to make my escape
But there's no place to go, there's nowhere in sight
© Todd Richmond 2003
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