Locked away in a box
A box with no human contact
The type of human contact
I connect with in a different way
And if I leave I could die
But being stuck in the same place
Where days pass by slow
But a part of me already died
Nothing new
Nothing exciting
Nowhere for my passion and motivation to be found
It\'s just a silent box where I’m forced to think
About the past, the future
And the forever feeling of loneliness
It doesn\'t matter how many people claim to be in my corner
To claim and actions are two different things