Buried Alive and Within
I cannot bear to see the face
The man behind those eyes
I’m so controlled by all the fear
By my loud but deafened cries
I want to reach him, take a hold
I have to shake him into sense
But yet, upon each waking day
I fall victim to pretense
Excuses stopped my true desires
I have justified my crimes
To not pursue all that I dream
To myself, I’m doing time
Oh, to break the glass, my mirror image
I feel it will set me free
But, alas, no strength to raise against
I’ll forever be, just me
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