It's not the way that you would listen. Or the way you comb your hair. It's the fact that you are missing. How I feel when you're not there. I went through all the months of January. Locked up in this cell. I'd like to be at home but on my own. I didn't do too well. Look at me I always get the blame. But I can't even learn to spell my name. I like to read I like to write. But where I live I learn to fight. So don't you ever say that we're the same. I don't need a doctor telling me I'm full of juice. It's not a statement that I'm making but the plain and simple truth. I went through all the months of January. Locked up in my cell. I'd like to think of home when I'm alone. It doesn't work too well. .