and with spring
came the first grown seed of my sorrow
for i have lost all sense of freedom
and who am i anymore?
i don't recognize myself when i look in the mirror.

they said it's fine, everybody does it
so why does it feel like my spirit has died
a thousand burning deaths?
why does it feel like my heart is beating faster,
and my legs want to run?

all i can see is big walls
and they are all tainted green,
and it no longer symbolizes freedom to me.
all the wild things are blue, and maybe pink,
but they have all been taken away from me.

and through my ragged breath i try to scream,
'someone, please help me. take me away from here',
but it's in vain, 'cause no one can hear.