Life For Love

Imprisoned in his mind, with nothing but a pen.
To write about how now, could be just like then.
If he'd just said the right things, in the right tone.
Maybe right now, he wouldn't be locked up and alone.
But it's too late to take it back, to un-release the trigger.
Too late too see the picture, as if it were bigger.
If he had just loved her well, she could have been his wife.
Inside, he's in this cell, serving time for life.