i believe i can see the future…because i repeat the same routine i think i used to have a purpose…and then again that might have been a dream i think i used to have a voice…now i never make a sound i just do what i’ve been told…i really dont want them to come around…oh no every day is exactly the same…there is no love here and there is no pain…. every day is exactly the same…… i can feel their eyes are watching…in case i lose myself again sometimes i think i’m happy here…sometimes i still pretend i can’t remember how this all got started…but i can tell you…exactly…how it will end every day is exactly the same…there is no love here and there is no pain… every day is exactly the same… i’m writing on a little piece of paper…i’m hoping someday you might find i’ll hide it behind something…they don’t look behind i am still inside here…a little bit comes bleeding through i wish this could have been any other way…i just don’t know…what else i can do…. and i’ve rehearsed my lines… and i know what’s coming next…