ok im sorry
i cant help myself by sitting from behind this laptop
and complain
i know im the poison that drives myself insane
and speaking of this door
that slams right in my face
i don't know what im doing anymore
i cant help in feeling this way
puts myself in dismay

im built behind this screen
i write to free me
but you don't really know me
you might never know me

in my heart
in my soul
through my brain
nobody knows

read me like a book
so recycled
used to the idea of me
as i'd ever be free
you know life  is pretty funny when it tries to  plays me
am i really free or stuck in a place of hiding