Every time it’s the same,with such hope that it will change I believe
Stuck inside these walls with no hope my mind plays tricks on me
Each time it starts off ok but it slowly goes downhill
It spirals with violence and sadness then that hope turns into fear
The constant always is the walls around me
Like daggers in my head it’s all I ever get to see
I always get to taste just a thought of being free
As quickly as I do,it leaves knowing I’ll never be
Some nights I dream of running far far away
But I always awake knowing that I’m here to stay
It’s my own personal hell I endure day in and day out
Never being an equal never being important suffering always without a doubt
Always wanting to be loved but never feeling it back is the way it seemed
That’s how it all began many years ago but this is not what I dreamed
No I don’t have shackles but it wouldn’t make a difference either way
It wouldn’t change the pain in my heart or silence of my fear today
