Testing, Testing, 123

Are we making progress?'
Or am I just lost...
Am I alive,
or am I just breathing?

I find it pointless to be running circles
to always be in a hurry.
I find it pointless to wear a ring
to wear a white dress
to conform and to confess
every feeling you have for him.

The door's been shut closed
scream and shout all you want
it's locked shut.

My windows are made of brick
But the lack of sun makes me sick to my stomach.
All I need is some time,

All I need is some space,
all I need is something that I can't change.

Some call me a saint
and some call me whore
I'm telling you now I don't give a fuck what it means
so long as I won't always live in my dreams...