I used to be so happy,
I used to feel so free,
Once I wasn't scared,
To show the real me.

Now I'm locked inside,
Waiting for my time,
Waiting for that moment,
When I become alive.

Maybe I am crazy,
Perhaps I am a fool,
But I am getting sick and tired,
Of being your 'special' tool.

You shouldn't have a hold on me,
But anyone can see,
It's you who tells me what to do,
Ignoring every plea.

One day, I'll escape,
One day I will win,
Until that day I'm stuck with you,
Trapped in my own sin.