These four stripped walls, remind me of my empty soul.
I have been fed to the cheetahs; abandoned and disowned.
I cry to myself tonight, I am used to keeping my hurt in.
A devastating past is enough to be anyone's burden.
My soul is locked up, I will keep the key.
Forever and forever, that is how it will be.
I rather be lost in myself, than to confess that I need help.
My pride makes me feel nothing but embarrassment.
How could someone once so strong come crashing?
I am weak, I have fallen to the floor.
I will go on, for that young boy that I adore.
He is my son, my energy, my light.
Without him, I'd be dead without a fight.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.