CONFINED.
Confined Existence: Struggling Within Self-Built Walls
Lyrics
I can not feel myself
I cannot feel my own identity or sense of self.
Within the walls that builds it'self
I feel trapped within a construct that constructs itself, forming boundaries.
I can't escape my shell
I'm unable to break free from my own limitations or personal barriers.
I try so hard I'm locked
Despite my efforts, I'm tightly locked or confined.
Inside a self built cell i try to scream
My attempts to express myself are hindered because I'm enclosed within a self-made prison, longing to vocalize my distress.
I try to yell
I endeavor to shout or express myself audibly.
But I'm contained inside myself
However, I'm contained within my own being, unable to project outwardly.
What am I? Am I a shell? Am I a cage?
I question my existence, pondering if I am merely an empty shell or a confining structure.
Who am I? Am I a body? Without a name?
I question my identity, wondering if I am just a body without a distinct identity or designation.
Where am I? Am I stuck in a game?
I question my surroundings, wondering if I am stuck within a predetermined or constrained environment.
What am I? Am I a shell? Am I a cage?
I continue to question if I am merely an empty shell or a confining structure.
Who am I? Am I a body? Without a name?
I persist in questioning my identity, pondering if I exist without a defined name or identity.
Where am I? am I stuck in a game?
I persist in questioning my surroundings, wondering if I am trapped within a predefined or restricted situation.
Do I break these walls do I let them fall?
Should I break down these barriers, or should I allow them to collapse on their own?
Do I play this game just to lose it all?
Do I participate in this situation just to experience defeat or loss?
Do I stay in place just to wait for time?
Am I remaining in a position simply to await the passage of time?
Do I climb my shell just to call it mine?
Do I endeavor to embrace my limitations, despite feeling confined?
I can not feel myself
I cannot feel my own identity or sense of self.
Within the walls that builds it'self
I feel trapped within a construct that constructs itself, forming boundaries.
I can't escape my shell
I'm unable to break free from my own limitations or personal barriers.
I try so hard I'm locked
Despite my efforts, I'm tightly locked or confined.
Inside a self built cell i try to scream
My attempts to express myself are hindered because I'm enclosed within a self-made prison, longing to vocalize my distress.
I try to yell
I endeavor to shout or express myself audibly.
But I'm contained inside myself
However, I'm contained within my own being, unable to project outwardly.
What am I? Am I a shell? Am I a cage?
I question my existence, pondering if I am merely an empty shell or a confining structure.
Who am I? Am I a body? Without a name?
I question my identity, wondering if I am just a body without a distinct identity or designation.
Where am i? Am I stuck in a game?
I question my surroundings, wondering if I am stuck within a predetermined or constrained environment.
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