These threads are not just strands of string
These wounds are not just concrete prints
These eyes are not made out of glass
I'm here by not my choice
These words are merely words to you
As they will for me, just hint the truth
For try as I might to firm my grasp
My life is not my voice
My demons in my shadow bear
All the secrets I dare not share
To haunt and cut my life from me
To exist is to live like dead
I'm sorry I'm here by not my choice
I'm sorry my life is not my voice
I'm sorry to exist is to live like dead
I'm sorry- ...