A man walks into his cellnAnd he looks at his story to tellnThere are no walls in this placenJust a picture staring him in the facenHe said Hey there, picturenWhat are you hanging on?nIt looks like you don't belong herenSuspended in the airnBut you're the one making the callnWithout asking what's better for allnnSo then he gets out of his cellnAnd he looks around hoping to tellnHis whole story, beginning to endnBut the bitter sea likes to benHauntingly lonely, making it all the worsenTo lose a friend