I know you, but i don't know you,
For no one knows anyone today;
You know me, but you don't know me,
For no one wants to know the prisoners.
Do not take it the other way round,
I hope you don't let the monsters make a sound;
The monsters of doubt, mistrust and fury,
I hope you defeat them and keep talking to me.
It hurts me, it hurts me,
To see you each time take a step back;
I fear of losing you and getting forgotten,
As i become workaholic for getting money.
Not a good deal, it seems,
To make a contract of our relations,
Only to be alone some day,
With no one to talk to.
The prison shall be a prison,
For as long as i am alive,
Walls keep changing,
Purpose the same.
Walls of the hut would undoubtedly change,
To that of a palace, made of gold;
Until one day, it'll be the walls of an hospital,
And then that of the coffin and the grave.
The secrets buried in the graveyard of my heart,
I want you to listen their spitty hiss, babes,
Only to let the showers drizzle,
And let the drought-struck heart heal a little.
Don't take it the other way round,
I hope you don't get hurt because of me,
I didn't mean to hurt you,
I just don't know how to tell you about it.
Prisoner is used to describe loneliness because of lack of friends and little too much of introverted nature.