Toiling day and night you can feel the pain beneath my feet
Joyfully sometimes but the continuous stares make my check beneath my feet.

Wires surrounding me I didn't realize I was building myself a cage
Hard to break open I didn't realise I would need a key for my cage.

Brain washed into believing I had a job but deep down I was wasting away
Even my youthfulness that I possessed had changed and the old face is staring my way.

I can't turn back the hands of time as I sat down mending my cage
Blood dripping down my wrist as I still realise I am stucked in a cage.

A short letter to my younger self never belief everything you think
Following the crowd made me believe I was building a future until I had nothing to think.