Are you bound by free will 

Like a bird objected to fly

Why do you find peace in solitude

Yet your eyes won't cease to cry

Why do you clutch thorns

When the roses have let go

Why are you  trapped in simultaneous love

When you already know how the story flows

Have you ever felt dead in your own skin

Because you've given it all away

Yet somehow the ****** trenches of yesterday 

Paint a smile upon your face

Why do you protect others 

By dissolving yourself

Silly girl, you better get a grip

Before you lose it on yourself.