A thousand years to freedom and yet I'm still in chains. Fifteen years of life Yet I still wanna die. Whether I scream silently, Or I scream aloud, No one hears my cries. They tell me it's just a matter of perspective; That I should just see the world with different eyes. Is it my fault that I see the world through a broken lens? How do I remember what the sun looks like when I've only ever been in the dark? Hope is fading and so am I... Everyone leaves and the pain never ends How do I live when all I wanna do is die?