I am tired of a lifetime of being someone else
Trapped in a eight by eight cell of conformity

I am guilty
I have served the time for the life I have not yet lived

I am free falling into childhood to try again

Another run into the forest of uncertain fate
Another temptation of the norm
Recollections of memories about to be redefined

The more I move away from the sun, my more light I see
I have awakened from a nightmare
In this surreality, I am led by the strings glued to my skin; guided by voices in my head

The strings are broken now
The nightmares are buried in the ground under the tomb bearing my name

I am ready to begin again