I’ve built a fortress
to protect myself against the enemy
to life in peace and happiness
to run away from my destiny

I locked myself up in a room
four blank walls made me feel safe
I put myself in prison
and didn’t know it would become my grave.

The walls I built were big and strong
and they held out for many years
but the enemy kept going on
and broke through just as I had feared.

The fortress had become a trap
The walls fell in but there was no way out
they forced me to fall into step
since the day that I was put to rout.

My whole world collapsed that day
and no-one really seems to care
they just keep me from running away
it’s a living hell to survive out there

And I’m holding on for many years
starting over after each collapse
trying to keep back my tears
in expectation of my final relapse.