I see you,
right in front of me.

I try to move,
but I'm held down,
by the chains of deceit.

I try to speak,
but my mouth is sewn shut,
by the thread of bittersweet words.

My limbs are worn out,
from playing your games.

I so badly yearn change,
but it all stays the same.

I'm standing in front of you,
and I can't move a thing.