Taken way too soon,
I'm not at all who I used to be,
Shifting in glass box,
My past is nothing more than just a dream?
Now I feel the taughts of Disease growing once again.
I'm powerless to change my fate,
But in the end, I'll be shelthered,
With judgements torn,
If you listen really close,
You can hear me sing my songs...
No, they can't give me back the mind I had,
But I don't have to suffer on my own,
Even if I'll never find my home,
I'm not alone,
I'm not alone?
In my little world,
Forever lost to passing time.
They don't knows what it's like to wear the masks
That they trapped me inside.
One day the cold clouds hovering over me'll
Begin to fade.
Then I'll be free to cut your strings,
Cry no more tears,
But for now, I walk, enchained.