Am i joking when i tell you my life was not mine,
do i sit still in a single space and time,
Will i fade away from this life that was not mine,
How can i say i wish i wasnt born of this sun,
maybe from your point of view you should tell me too run,
not a chance the voice in my head said,
he doesnt listen he doesnt know,
he will not give up he will not show,
its a choice thats made for me too glow,
i was not meant to give up i was not meant to go,
they thought they took over my heartfelt kind,
it was not as you think it was but my mind,
in the end you will not see until you notice i am not here,
that is when you all shall disapear!....