my friend Taylor was in need of a song to relate to her struggle with her transition into womanhood from being treated like a child by her parents. this is what I came up with.
Lyrics
we share this prison
devoid of reason
it makes us bored with ourselves
a likely story
wasted and boring
we stand in line with the dead
a forgotten memory
of when I first found true love
it's building up inside of me
until it all explodes
I have pulled myself
out from your grave
but not without losing myself
nothing is free
you never listen
but I keep on screaming
ignoring me when I'm upset
your lame and dreary
and you still won't hear me
until I cross you again
a forgotten memory
of when I lost my innocence
it's building up inside of me
until it all explodes
I have pulled myself
out from your grave
and finally I have been saved
now I'm set free
