Like a new born

the time is right
children screaming "let me out!"
but the truth is
I would really rather go back

They said infinite possibilities
but those are just shallow graves
And in an age where the mornings are dead and hollow
you need to wake up
cause there are lies you must swallow
and you forgot were are the breaks
cause thinking on your own is a risk to take
and you...
you are just a fake

Don't tell me there are ways to be
I have given on illusions of living free
to some road I will take
or I might break my neck
just a rope to hang
and all this guilt would come to it's end

I pity this man