Have you ever felt so alone Even if you're in a crowded place? That every morning, it takes all your will To get up, tired from not getting any sleep Because the thought of future terrifies you
you keep yourself busy With books, video games, or the telly Because you know that being preoccupied Is better than thinking You feel trapped in your mind, Constantly thinking you're not good enough And it dreads you that the future Holds more despair than success
And although there's windows and doors You feel like there's no way out No way out of this labyrinth And constantly praying for a rabbit hole To appear, maybe to take you someplace else Far away from this