No escape

Everyone always asking for my help. I do as much as I can, but I’m wore out, like an old T-shirt that’s been wash over and over again.

Nobody sees my struggle they only want to see their gain, trying to use me over and over again until I can’t be used anymore.

Have you ever looked into my eyes?Have you ever seen them sparkle? Yeah, me neither. If you look hard enough you can see a prisoner locked inside of a cage, not a prison cell I wasn’t even worth that much. I’d be willing to explode and just spill everything out if anyone was willing to listen but it’s much deeper than that. what’s the purpose of life? I’m still trying to figure it out, but when I do figure it out I’ll let you know. Until then I’ll just be a prisoner trapped inside of a cage.