Sitting in his room alone,
Listen to the happy people, next to his room.
The laughter makes him even more sad and angry.
Are they talking about him again?
Are they making fun of him again?
Don't say it was his fault,
Don't say he's guilty.
He tried to escape,
He tried to take controll.
They locked him up,
They keeped him in controll.
They didn't know,
Why didn't they know?
He closed himself further and further.
He don't feel sorry at all,
He will never feel sorry for this.
He just takes his earphones and escape.
He don't feel sorry at all,
He will never feel sorry for this.
They wanted this,
They maked him like this.
Blood run down the floor,
Tears runs down the cheak.
But he just laughs,
He feels happy.
They're so quiet now,
They'll never laugh again.
Now they know,
Why now?
He'll never close himself off again.
