The Dream

In my struggle for life I long I long to be free In my struggle for life I feel I feel like a prisoner Never to escape this place With its blackened walls And destroyed floors Torture and struggle I hate this place With its crumbling rooftop And its battered doors I cry I cry nonstop I beg for forgiveness Though I didn't do anything wrong I still beg In my life I wake I wake in my own waste Can this really be what life is about? Locked in this damnation of a room With its yellowed windows And its tarnished doorknobs Why don't they love me? Why do they hide me? What did I do to deserve this life? Who am I? I despise this place With its bad memories Again I cry I cry for them and for myself I learned I learned to be my own everything I have no one Locked in this place they call home I just want to be free