It's been 15 days since I woke up in this jailhouse
15 days since I tended to your needs
15 days since you told me that you love me
15 days since I lost your company
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you
Not a day without regretting who I've been
I am sentenced to prison of reflection
Where the answers are forever quarantined
I am feeling lonesome, I am feeling blue
I am feeling sorry, I'm the ink in your tattoo
I can only pray that luck will be my friend
I am dreaming of a day with you again
I am struggling to escape the questions answered
I am struggling to avoid reality
I have searched throughout our past for your forgiveness
When for years all I did was to deceive
I am feeling lonesome, I am feeling blue
I am feeling sorry, I'm the ink in your tattoo
I can only pray that luck will be my friend
I am dreaming of a day with you again
Struggling with my choices
So much to undo
Melancholy voices
Like the ink in your tattoo
And so it is I wait for your decision
A judgment for the future of my soul
The freedom that erased what once was buried
Is deep within your veins and fading old
I am feeling lonesome, I am feeling blue
I am feeling sorry, I'm the ink in your tattoo
I can only pray that luck will be my friend
I am dreaming of a day with you again
I am feeling lonesome, I am feeling blue
I am feeling sorry, I'm the ink in your tattoo
I can only pray that luck will be my friend
I am dreaming of a day with you again