IMPRISONED

I cant afford the luxury of dreaming
And my whole world looks like going down.
Tired of false illusions , feel like screaming
And tens of gloomy clouds came above town.

I'm trapped in here , my life's a question mark
I need some answers which only God reveals
My head is spinning , everywhere is dark
Going on ain't easy, living gives me thrills.

Too many lies made my ears deaf , so
I don't give credit to the evening whisper
People and facts , they come and go
Being predestined by the Secret Twister.