The gap under the door,
you can follow the light...

Locked up in a prison, caged up like a bird,
wanting, longing to fly...

My breath on the window pane,
appears then goes again...

Look, look at the lake,
If you have some time to take...

Lying on the floor
Staring at the flames...

A dream should be an aspiration,
desires of your imagination...

Whenever I pass you, it's hard not to stare,
Pathetic when you don't know that I'm there...

What do you do when you're so mad you can't...
What do you do when you're so upset but you can't...

Hell Keeps me up here,
heaven keeps me down...