Left unto die,
so it seems to be,
I'm kept within this cell, a painfull twisted menagerie.
Come stare at me now like you always do,
tap on the glass, see if you can make it through.
The speakers don't work, I'm deaf to that noise—
your words have interfered with it, leaving my hearing utterly destroyed.
I'm locked up in here, mind never to be free,
starvation of a soul, where me can't be me,
how can I survive here? The water is to deep.
Left unto die,
so it seems to be,
a starving soul, where me can't be me.
Twisted branches cover mine eyes,
I can't see past the green, into brighter skies.
I'm kept down here, in this undergrowth,
choking on the dirt, and suffocating on gloat.
You act so perfect, and are obviously favored,
I can't match up to you, and so over labored.
I'm working to catch up, it's a struggle for me I know,
but what hurts me the most, is that you think it's just for show.
You've no faith in this creature, who's trying to escape,
can't look back on something, I've never erased.
Left unto die,
so it seems to be,
a starving soul, where me can't be me.
And here I will pass,
just looking out through this glass,
Left unto die,
silent and unfree.
