There's no windows in this place
for me to show my weary face.

Rage I hold within my soul
at times I cannot control.

What's the point of me being here?
When being me is what I fear.

Every day it's all the same
trapped again in my own pain.

I cry myself to sleep
so many secrets I must keep.

No one to reach me...nobody cares.
Trapped in the middle of a distant stare.

I've prayed that I was free
of this grief that's filling me.



Everywhere I turn
every bridge must burn.



There's no windows in this place
for me to show my weary face.