Locked
I reach for the handle
But the door is locked
Wherever I go
My life is stalked
"Keep up" I yell
Just try to catch me
But it’s all in my head
As I plea
Plead to people that I don’t understand
Plead to him, who has a phobia of my hand
Plead to a world where I am never seen
Plead to hope, to please stay with me
Plead, plead, plead!!
Won’t it ever stop?
I wish I was stronger
To be able to open a lock.
Without even a key
Maybe then you would follow me
Because it all comes down to this once more
Down to one locked door.
Sara kimberly :D
