I’m in an empty room
My head is on the table
I really want to sleep
But I don’t think I’m able
Maybe I’ll read a book
Maybe listen to a song
I have no one to talk to
Maybe I’ll die here alone
My broken mind is carried away
In the hands of those who killed me
They took my happiness away
My peace of mind
And made me isolated
Maybe I died before
But I cannot remember
I’m a ghost and this is why
They don’t see me anymore
So perhaps I should do something
To remind them that I’m still here
I haven’t died, at least by now
I’ve got anger and no fear
My broken mind is carried away
In the hands of those who killed me
They took my happiness away
My peace of mind
And made me isolated