Alone

Cold, misery,
pain, solitude 
and a desperate cry in my soul

I feel locked in a room
where there's a small window from where
I can see the real world
a world I don't belong to anymore

I don't feel like living in this world anymore 
because I've got no more power to get out of here
just 'cause living is someone else's privilege

Now the only thing I got is
the window, the mud, the cold, the pain
and an ajar door more dammed than the other ones 
I've opened in my whole life

You've gone way too far
your soul ain't yours no more
the bridge between life and death's been destroyed 
by the fear of living and being yourself

I also have some hope left
hoping someday someone'll reach out
his hands thru the window
and get me out of here

I've opened ways inconsequently my entirely life
now my destiny is to walk through these trails