Lost in contration...
i was born and conceiled in a room
a room with nothing but one window
looking though the window every day
all the time with nothing to say
watching people talk and play
and i was trapped inside this room
wich no one could see so no one could talk to me
trapped inside this cubicle with feelings
desires and hate, for what i am....
i was filled with hope, you talked to me you kept me company
and i felt as if i was set free more and more by every touch
and one day you didnt came, left me alone again
and the room was closing again
and there you stood on the other side laughing at me
now i saw the thuth that i was nothing more then a toy to play with, like a puppet you can throw away
now once again im trapped inside a room, a cubicle...
my cubicle, acopanied with my thoughts and feelings
tearing me apart
now im left alone once again in my cubicle.. my room and the window is closed
for ever.
rikkiej