And I wonder sitting and thinking in this goddamn place,
where I'm locked up by myself,
looking at those broken bricks,
and a fucking empty bookshelf..
appreciating everything that is,
looking at those disintegrated walls,
wondering if there is anything I might really miss..
sitting in this cage all alone,
some people come and watch as they pass by,
and appreciate me as a condemned stone..
locked up by myself and lost the 'fucking' key,
can someone please help?
and open it for me..