Paroles de Alone

Cold, misery, pain, solitude  and a desperate cry in my soul I feel locked in a room where there's a small window from where I can see the real world a world I don't belong to anymore I don't feel like living in this world anymore  because I've got no more power to get out of here just 'cause living is someone else's privilege Now the only thing I got is the window, the mud, the cold, the pain and an ajar door more dammed than the other ones  I've opened in my whole life You've gone way too far your soul ain't yours no more the bridge between life and death's been destroyed  by the fear of living and being yourself I also have some hope left hoping someday someone'll reach out his hands thru the window and get me out of here I've opened ways inconsequently my entirely life now my destiny is to walk through these trails