People say forget about the past buts thats what made who I am

The good, the bad, the weird, its what made me a unique man

Ive been through so much, much I have never told

From beating people down to spending hours in the cold

Though Ive had many friends, ive always felt rather alone

Its made it feel so pointless that I even own a phone

It connects better than I, thats a fact I cant deny

Yet im called friendly and kind so its begs the question why

Why is it then, that I feel I cant connect

Like all that I say and do could never be correct

It breaks me bit by bit, makes it easy to fall apart

I feel so trapped, I dont where to start

Bound and gagged, my hands, my voice, my mind

I want out to find my people, to connect with my kind