I murder myself everyday

I hurt and hide away

The world is such a cruel place, but I make it crueler

If I can’t bare the cold then why do I make it colder

They say the punishment must fit the crime

But I cough up a hundred dollars for stealin’ a dime

I do my time and then some

Oh dear, what have I done?

My jailer is myself

I think I lost my mental health

The punishment is built into the crime

At least that’s how it works with mine

Carma is the end all be all

But mine never ends

They say the punishment must fit the crime

But I’m still here doin’ my time