Alienated

Walking through the aisle of time The space is like giving you no air Freedom is not like something that you want You are too reluctant of breaking the rule You are born into another shape Too bad the shape doesn't fit you You hope for a better chance The embrace fade like it has to Your head is lost in its crowd But your lips taped for a shut Your voice is like choking But your hands survive to scream it out loud Your pride was taken Your tone and privacy Your world shrink But the remain happiness still exist You try to adapt The strange new world challenged you Afar from the way that you lived But still you deserve for a second win