I didn't know where I was, it was like I wasn't really there, like I was just gone. All of the hope and beauty has just disappeared. I was trapped with no way out and I didn't care anymore. I finally accepted what was going on and I knew there really was no way out.
I know where I've been and I know where I'm going. The things I've done, there's no way of escaping them and there never will be. No matter how hard I try when I look back they'll always be there. Sometimes I think that it would have been better if I had lived in a box separated from the rest of the world. I know what happened is important, I just wish I'd had a choice.
