My choise,
comes from a voice.
It's in my head,
the feelings that long have been unsaid.
To get it out,
I try to shout.
But it seems like no one hears,
although I cryed many tears.
And when you look in me,
than there's nothing left to see.
Cuz in me there's all emptyness,
waiting for some clearness.
Maybe that will never come,
the road up is still very long.
But still there's that voice,
waiting for my choice.
It screams to set free,
that voice deep inside of me.
Promissing me satisfactions,
to control my own actions.
Cuz how wonderful woul I feel,
Just to feel real.