I am with the lonely
I am in the dark
I am... no sentiments
I cry
I scream
I need some happiness
But it is not here
I think I will explode
And I want to go out
But I am a prisioner
In my house
In my mind
In myself
I want to go out
But I am a prisioner
And nothing will help me
I haven't help
I think I'm dying
But the death is better
Of this
I need some help 'cause
I am a prisioner