I have a bloody shirt and I dont know what to do
The bloody shirt is not alone Im pretty sure theirs two.
My bloody shirt is what got me here behind these iron bars
I watch as people pass me by carefree in their cars
Did I bite my tongue and let blood soak my shirt?
For next thing I knew I was on the ground covered in bloody dirt
Im innocent! Innocent! I scream as they drag me away.
Here in this dark insane prison I am left to stay
Will I be left to rot here and turn to dust?
All my friends look at me and spit in disgust.
Those close to me I know were very, very hurt,
When they noticed that my blood was not on my shirt