When did this life become a cage?
What value does it contain?
Looking out from the bars,
This was the game and I'm the prey.

I sit and watch the static play,
Exhausted soul claws and crawls away,
Once in covers now awake I lay.
Life gone sour; forget today.

I'm an animal in captivity,
Intelligent and cunning,
My spirit grows and I will break free,
Eventually no box can hold me.

I realize that I climbed in here on my own,
But the door wasn't shut,
I never knew there would be a lock,
I never knew I couldn't walk away.

Can you hurt someone else,
If it saves you pain?
Can you cut it out knowing,
you won't be whole again?