i'm a prisoner, held captive
everyday the same routine
dreaded to this fate that i have to live
since the day that i turned fifteen

no i'm not in jail
my prison cell is not something that can be seen
there isn't an amount of money that can pay my bail
realized that when i was sixteen

people ask me whats wrong
why i always look so mean
they said i needed to appreciate it because it won't be long
until i'm no longer seventeen

they don't understand how i feel
they think its just a lack of sleep, that i need some caffeine.
they don't get it, don't think it's real
i completely fade away, at the age of eighteen.