söndag 15 juni 2014

Locked in

I've been in chains since i was a kid
I don't know freedom, not quite sure I ever did
Now that I'm physically locked in in this institution
I feel more like an illusion but most of all confusion 
Just recently I was at home, now I don't even have a name
I'm nothing but a number, here we are all the same
We lost so much, many of us want to disappear
Will we ever get out of here?
/ Nastasia

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