I once lived in the prison of my own mind
Shut away in some internal insane asylum to keep me from going mad.
Detached, unfeeling, I fooled the world.
Funny how they liked me when I was only pretending,
Playing the game, smiling as if on cue.
I finally broke free... spread my wings, learned to fly.
I tasted the freedom of living, of feeling, of being me.
Funny how they don't like me so much anymore
How fakery and lies were an asset
How I am not...
I now live in the prison of my own mind
Shutting down, unable to fight, unable to care.
My wings have been clipped, my song silenced once more
My confidences betrayed once again like before
Funny how they like me more
When I only want to be lying on the floor...bleeding. |
