Prisoner

Lying in my bed till five a.m.,
Awake in every sense 
Except the one that’s meant for feeling. 
I’ve never seen the point of sleeping in,
If you can’t escape reality
Then what’s the point in dreaming?

Oh, I’ve been here before.
In the hall of mirrors 
Of reflections I’ve been fearing.

One more ride before,
This carousel of wonders
Makes me do all the steering. 

So take a deep breath,
Darling under you go.
If you follow the current
Then there is no need to row.

Take a deep breath,
Then you put on a show.
With an audience of people
Then you won’t feel so alone.

The saddest part is,
You don’t,
Even know when,
When your lying in the room
You’re hiding in.
Open the door,
Let the outside in.