I sit alone,
Here in these sheets,
My weary eyes
Estranged from sleep
And here I sit
Like an oak tree bound
My legs grow roots
Into the ground
That chain me here
Right to this bed
A will of stone
In bones of lead
But I won't cry
I won't complain
It's all the same...
It's all the same...
I wait the day
I'm meant to rise
Like birds from ashes
Take to the skies
I wait the day
I'm meant to burn
Oh, tell me life
When is it my turn?
Yet here I sit
In these sheets alone
This body here
It's not my own
For mine is young
And free of pain
It's all the same...
It's all the same....