But all these days,
they feel like they’re the same,
Just different faces,
Get me out of here..
Everywhere I look it all looks the same. The same people trying to tear me down, the same place keeping me trapped, the same rules telling me what do. When do I get to get out of here? When do I get to be happy? When? Don’t I deserve it? What did I do wrong? What should I have done differently?