Frustration de The Moffatts

There's no windows in this place
for me to show my weary face.
rage i hold within my soul
at times i cannot control.
what's the point of me being here?
when being me is what i fear.
every day it's all the same
trapped again in my own pain.
i cry myself to sleep
so many secrets i must keep.
no one to reach cares.
trapped in the middle of a distant stare.
i've prayed that i was free
of this grief that's filling me.
everywhere i turn
every bridge must burn.
there's no windows in this place
for me to show my weary face.