I used to cry when they did,
but they never understood me.
I used to be chained to death,
and all they saw was me free.
I used to look for a meaning,
and that was all I could see.
Ready to throw a whisper, a dream,
a life, out the window for nothing.
Even if it hurts, or if it stings,
I survived, and I won,
and now I am looking for something dumb.
Now, I have a life, one that I earned,
and now it will burn,
and I don’t think I want that.