A: lifes creation

Another pretence, another lie
Another reason for u to cry
Another cold day in hell u say
You seem bent on keeping happiness at bay
Stay on the outside, build up these walls
Ignoring you're friends and they're dying calls
Who's got the answers, when theres no room to move
Where's the Backup and fingers to soothe
When you're all alone in the sigh of the night.
You wish for freedom with all you're might
But in you're DIY prison, you're imaginary chains
theres not a soul in sight, to ease the pains