Why should I fret about life?
I am imprisoned in the imprisoned mines of time
Tell me how to bail out
You run by my side
Tell me how to oppose you
Tell me how to get around you
My heart beats in your shadow
Tell me how without becoming you
You tell me I am good and bad
And you are wrong, though as right as rain
I have never been good and bad
Slipping away like sand from my hands
Like unfulfilled wishes
Failing my own thoughts
I have always been the same: Alone
Why should I fret about life?
Why should I?
Imprisoned
