All of this

All my life in a same old box;
Where can I go?
Who will let me sleep for a night?

All my time, gone;
Trying to understand the name of whispers from my own head;
They say they belong here,
but I flashback to my childhood.

All my breaths, wasted;
Living under the shadows of fear;
The hope that kept me going through
the dark,
trembles tonight.

The echoes of my footsteps,
bother my ears;
I close my eyes to run away,
But this silly still trapped in the same old clumsy space.

All my nights died,
learning to differentiate between dreams and reality;
The anger and rage, crime and stupidity;
This world is round,
everything will circle back to you.

Their voices in my clouds;
Contaminate my light and storm.
How can I be at peace,
When my memories are peaked by their screams.

All my scars versing the same old song;
It was their fault,
But you should have stayed cagey.

All of my nightmares,
waking me up with a shake,
For they might be true in another world;
A world,
existing in fragments in me.

All my crimes and mistakes,
I beg your pardon you mighty forces;
You taught me how and why to be someone,
Even if, I, was someone before.

All my life in the same old box;
Where can I go?
Who will let me cry for a night?