I can’t move, can’t get up,My arms are chained,My head’s not straight,I can’t see anyone at the end of the tunnel,I can’t move, can get up,My head’s not straight, My dreams have left,I feel empty and hollow, My arms are chained,The angel of fear is here with me,To give me a message “soon you’ll be free”There’s not light at the end of the tunnel,I feel empty and hollow.
Quetzal
depression, life-lessons, sad