There's something strange with me at all-
I feel like locked behind a wall.
But to complain there’s no reason-
It's comfortable in that prison,
In such a shell within I dwell.-
I built myself my own cell.
And people around - male, female-
They also have their own nail.
It's stuffy there, I'm at a loss-
Two steps along, two steps across.
Why did I build it, so smart?-
To let nobody to my heart?
` To be afraid of world around
Having lost what just had found?
Even the women, mine I mean,
Behind the wall they aren't let in.
So why to knock with fists that bleeding
At the door nowhere leading?
I can't break through for it's too late-
I chose myself my own fate.