Life is a prison, oh god let me out.

No on to listen, to hear when you shout.

Climd the walls of insanity, ride the waves of dispare.

If you fall it don't matter, there's no one to care.

Used to a window to see birds tree's and sky, but your better without one.

Stop aiming too high, watching freedom is painful for those locked away.

Seeing joy love and happiness, another price that you pay.

Strong is good weak is bad, be it false or be it true.

Your mide makes the choice and enforces it.

Cell walls built by society, with ruoles to adhire to.

If you breech the acceptable you had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on routine is the key.

Don't let on that your not what your pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you, no matter how badly it hurts.

Look out for that one day, when it all just explodes, leaving naught but a shell base, functional too.

But killing all else that was uniquely you.

So how do you grow with a time bomb strapped to your chest?