While I sit on my bed and look around the room,
Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom,
Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars,
What was my reason for stealing these cars?
When were they taking me in?
Why did I have scars all over my knees and skin?
Where exactly were they taking me?
Wondering what type of atmosphere I would see?
We all took part in it but I took the blame.
Wrong, I told myself, feeling so ashamed.
Will they give me two, four, or six years? I’m scared,