A thousand years to freedom
and yet I'm still in chains.
Fifteen years of life
Yet I still wanna die.
Whether I scream silently,
Or I scream aloud,
No one hears my cries.
They tell me it's just a matter of perspective;
That I should just see the world with different eyes.
Is it my fault that I see the world
through a broken lens?
How do I remember what the sun looks like
when I've only ever been in the dark?
Hope is fading and so am I...
Everyone leaves and the pain never ends
How do I live when all I wanna do is die?