Bambi

"...standing at the top of my game
with no passion left to play
by mistakes I make to build conclusions
I have thrown them all away
qustionsmarks are still the same
but have no energy left to scream
is happy endings an mind-made-up-illusion
or nothing just for me, a dream 
could someone please cut the rope
reality have nailed around my lungs
longing for the air we used to share
and the way you faught my tounge
isn't he right, or am I just wrong
have really no energy left to fight
how many wrongs must I have
to finally see something right..."