I spend too much time online.
I've had too much time to think.
The life that used to be mine.
Is breaking link by link.

But I still feel my chains.
Like ghostly metal banes.
And all I wanted.
Was a life, on the fast lanes.
Tired of asking why.
Looking for a reason that explains.

They forced me into a corner, so what am I to do?
I feel like a foreigner, in my own body and shoes.
I touch people sometimes, but it's not like I expected.
Cause somehow even now, I feel... disconnected.

Disconnected...

The universe is poetry, but I am going blind.
Deafened by the silence, losing my mind.
Brokenhearted on my own, I walk alone.
I feel the force push me down, everywhere I roam.

They forced me into a corner, so what am I to do?
I feel like a foreigner, in my own body and shoes.
I touch people sometimes, but it's not like I expected.
Cause somehow even now, I feel... disconnected.