Inside of my head exists a ghettoLike heII, it’s a place where no flowers growMy eyes are the gate which keeps me confinedA prisoner trapped inside of my own mindAnd though I try hard I will never be freeFor not even death possesses the keyAlthough I cry loudly, nobody hearsFor every word falls only on deaf earsAnd every eye is too blind to know painAnd I, all alone, must suffer again.