Timid-Chains To my friends that I don't talk to.
Trapped inside these timid-chains, no fancy words convey my pains. From sentence, words I do refrain though, a few good things I have gained.
Of all the things that I have dreamed, one seems protruding with much gleam. I sing I shout I spit I scream I just wanted to say, don't want to be mean.
I still feel you don't know me still, but I very really hope you will, before I die, before I'm killed. Won't run away, won't take no pills.
I don't say much to you my friend, though on our like it does not depend. I will struggle on till my life's end, to break the chains, to kill the trend.