I'm lying here down on the floor
This day passed by too, so familiar
Staring up above, thinking of you
Trapped inside this room, full of regrets
Through the wooden door near me
Life still goes on, does an end to all exist?
Will we ever be free men again?
Life seems so tough
Point of contact with humanity
Lost and not found
A forced smile, printed on my face
Fake friends all around, and still no boundaries
With human beings as me
If I should die, within these four walls
Nobody will, miss my presence
Hypocrisy shall rise
World is so strange observed from here
Life seems so tough
Point of contact with humanity
Lost and not found