This society is takes away all I have from me,
I know I'm a rogue but it's not how it should.

My identity is gone, something where I'm not alone.
Where there was something I meant . Where I even shone.

My rhythm is broken. And I'm not regaining it later or now.
I used to dance with no trouble. Yet today I don't know how.

And my hope is over. I will not again trust or fall in a love.
This is it. Low clouds is my limit. I'm never rising above.

And my breath is stolen. It was my way to go and express myself.
Yet it all has crashen down. I don't need any dreams. Only void is left.

But I live alone. Still alive and still standing so tall.
As I sit by the window to hear the rebellion's call.