About a person put in a position they may not want to be in and they don’t know what it’s like to cope with it.
It’s 10pm in a cold and lonely room,
four walls of stains and names of people I don’t know.
I took the rap for you and now you’ve gone.
It makes me mad that I don’t know.
It’s 11pm in a dark, deserted room,
four walls are closing in and yet I still don’t know.
I look for and escape but my chance is gone.
It makes me sad that I don’t know.
It’s 12 midnight in a dim and dusty room,
four walls with cracks and holes from people I don’t know.
I didn’t do the crime but I’ve done the time.
It makes me mad that I don’t know.
It’s 1am in a noisy crowded street,
four walls left far behind with people that I know.
I look around for you but you’ve long gone.
It makes me sad that I don’t know.
I don’t know, what it’s like to be free,
I don’t know, what it’s like to be me.
I don’t know, what it’s like to be free,
I don’t know, what it’s like cause I just can’t see.
I just can’t see, what you mean to me and
I can’t be, what you want me to be.
So get your stuff and get away from me,
I can’t see what you mean to me.
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