I always have my own way of being
I always used to do, the things I wanted
But now the times have changed
And now I feel strange
And now I'm trapped my friend, in the jail of the masses
Feeling like a drop of glue in glue
But now I'm a part of everything
I'm not, I'm not my own
And now I feel strange
And now I'm trapped my friend, in the jail of the masses
Feeling like a drop of glue in glue
But now I'm a part of everything
I'm not, I'm not my own
And now I feel strange
And now I'm trapped my friend, in the jail of the masses