She puts me in a box made of glass
good morals and comfortable clouds
My freedom lies in the shadow
and every time i try to break out
a piece falls on the ground
she opens the door forcefully
claims an explanation to the doubt
she cuts herself on the glass
and starts to shout
with tearfully eyes she asks
how could you do this to your own flesh and bones
Your broken and your heart is cold like stone
where will you end up when i turn into ash
your a lost soul that needs guidance longer than time could ever count