My skin is pale
my face turns white
everyone round me
just wants to fight.
all around me and
in my dreams
people surround me
with broken meanings.
i am lost and thats how the story
goes they wont let
me out of my cage.
when the torture is done
i was sure to be aged.
now I'm older and a
little wiser notice my broken soul
it floats around a little bright star called jost
just because ever since then
i have been lost.
