I am with the lonely I am in the dark I am... no sentiments I cry I scream I need some happiness But it is not here I think I will explode And I want to go out But I am a prisioner In my house In my mind In myself I want to go out But I am a prisioner And nothing will help me I haven't help I think I'm dying But the death is better Of this I need some help 'cause I am a prisioner