another sentimental shit

the days are long, and nights are slow
it feels like a cage, but i am on a power show
love feels ancient, yeah everything takes its tow
crying comes easy, but i am determined to smile
i feel like a fish in a bowl
trapped, and the beauty outside is spectacular
it creeps me more.
its bright outside, but i live in a darkness so dark
i want to break free
but i don't have the power to hurt
can i ever be bad
or is it bad to live?