Sitting in the darkness of my room,
I hear the screams,
Echoed by the empty halls,

Do you believe me momma?
Do you believe my death?
Do you believe yours?

The cold, hard concreate walls,
Around my heart,
Never feeling, never living.

But no matter how much,
I want you,
You never come.

You said you loved me,
That I was your child,
Then..... why?

You never come,
You never try,
Did he tell you?

That I'm dead?